Jan. 10th, 2007 07:04 am
These Dreams
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mizarchivistJust when I think I've put school dreams behind me, another pops up.
This one was exceptionally vivid. Colors, textures, people.
This one was exceptionally vivid. Colors, textures, people.
It was almost as if it were a time-warp. I was in my old elementary school, I walked into the room I was in for both 2nd and 3rd grade and saw folk from the OU-UU set. But they didn' t know me- yet. (mikio and heather). I wasn't very surprised by this or upset.
I had a locker like secondary school, and a bag with folders and my orientation info (locker number and combination) and supplies for taking notes. However, I got back homework I'd done last minute and got a D- on it. It was a catalog card that I'd filled out wrong. But I remember being told the punctuation didn't matter. That bit was an echo from interviewing new part timers with my colleague last week. In reality, the punctuation doesn't matter.
Class ended- whatever the topic was- I think it was taught by my 5th grade teacher and I can only guess from homework it was cataloging. I wanted to drop off my book in my locker and pick up something else before the next class. However, I'd not checked to see what it was yet, how long it would last, or where it was. I think it was going to be earth science, but it wasn't clearly marked. I also anticipated being taught by some amalgam of many science teachers.
Big progress was finding my locker and spinning the wheel for the combination and getting it close enough to open, although I'm pretty sure I messed it up. Many of the other lockers didn't have numbers on it, but mine did. I was moving too slowly for the very short interval and there was noise from the gym down the hall that was filled with lunch-eaters (our elementary gym was also the cafeteria). Warnings/announcements were on the PA occasionally, but I kept working methodically as possible on the task at hand.
Somewhere in here, I shifted and was interacting withhawkegirl's kids and later after that riding purple_terror's (very big, tall, overly powerful and RED) motorcycle around inside my current house to see if I could handle riding it on the street.
So, it may have been less than ideal, I was calm. I think my psyche was testing to see how I'd react under pressure.I had a locker like secondary school, and a bag with folders and my orientation info (locker number and combination) and supplies for taking notes. However, I got back homework I'd done last minute and got a D- on it. It was a catalog card that I'd filled out wrong. But I remember being told the punctuation didn't matter. That bit was an echo from interviewing new part timers with my colleague last week. In reality, the punctuation doesn't matter.
Class ended- whatever the topic was- I think it was taught by my 5th grade teacher and I can only guess from homework it was cataloging. I wanted to drop off my book in my locker and pick up something else before the next class. However, I'd not checked to see what it was yet, how long it would last, or where it was. I think it was going to be earth science, but it wasn't clearly marked. I also anticipated being taught by some amalgam of many science teachers.
Big progress was finding my locker and spinning the wheel for the combination and getting it close enough to open, although I'm pretty sure I messed it up. Many of the other lockers didn't have numbers on it, but mine did. I was moving too slowly for the very short interval and there was noise from the gym down the hall that was filled with lunch-eaters (our elementary gym was also the cafeteria). Warnings/announcements were on the PA occasionally, but I kept working methodically as possible on the task at hand.
Somewhere in here, I shifted and was interacting with
hawkegirl's kids and later after that riding purple_terror's (very big, tall, overly powerful and RED) motorcycle around inside my current house to see if I could handle riding it on the street. 
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