School ended Friday. "No more teachers, no more books, no more teacher's dirty looks." In the last few weeks I have been having some sort of dream or perhaps a nightmare of sorts about school almost every night. Why at the end of the year and even after school is done am I having these dreams? They are typical teacher dreams of forgetting what you are going to say, or where your room is, or moving rooms...no wait that is what I am doing and have to finish tomorrow. Often they include teacher's from my school.
It is the first day of school. I am in my classroom. There is something different however. I have 30 students but I also have a team teacher. We each have our own teacher desk. The other teacher won't let me do anything and acts like I am incompetent. Well it might be true since I came to the first day of school dressed in a hospital gown. So I had to be very careful not to bend over and keep the back of the gown shut.
This is the closest thing I have ever come to a dream where I am naked, or in my underwear. I understand that for many people they are quite common, but for me I don't remember having them. I often dream that I am falling or loosing my teeth. Yikes.
Here is the one from last night. Still makes me a little skittish.
My school was like the one from Sideways Stories from Wayside School by Louis Sachar. It was tall with one room stacked one on top of each other. The difference was that there were two sky scrapper schools next to each other. What they were trying to do was connect them with a play area on the 77th floor...where I was. We had to strap the kids in harnesses to play on a black top area with no railings or anything to keep them on this area connecting the two buildings. I also had to be strapped into one of these, but my strap did not latch very well and I thought I was going to fall. If you know me, you know I am not afraid of heights per se, but I am afraid of falling.
Let's see if this trend continues tonight...I hope not.