Last night brought a new variant: I needed two particular classes to graduate, but they were on opposite ends of a large campus, with not enough time to make it from one classroom to the other, and a professor who was very uncompromising about getting to class on time. No matter how fast I ran, or biked, or had a friend drive me (getting lost along the way, of course), I couldn't get to the second class on time. The prof was getting more and more annoyed, and was on the verge of failing me when I woke up.
I think my subsconcious is trying to tell me something, and it probably has to do with being overscheduled. Bah.
17 years later ... (Score:1)
But then again I still get the nightmare from grade school when I show up to class in my pajamas! Imagine my horror when my wife (grade school teacher) tells me they now have "pajama" days in schools!
-derby
I know the feeling (Score:1)
-Matt
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