Move along
Last night I had high school dreams. I had the typical one where it's finals week, but I haven't studied or even been to class all semester. So I have no idea what I'm going to be tested on. I think one of them was a math final. The class was in J building, so it was at the high school, but the teacher was Mr. Deleon, who was my math teacher in junior high. The other one was a speech class. I only took speech in college, but the final was in Mrs. Rodriguez's classroom at Alhambra. I took both the tests and I was totally convinced I failed both of them. I was talking to some guy after the math final and I was saying "well at least that's the end of finals week." But then he told me we still had two more tests the next day. I felt totally stressed. Then I woke up. When I went back to sleep I was at a band concert. Mr. Miller was there *shudders*. All the other kids in the band were like 14 or 15 years old. But I was still 26 so I don't know what I was doing there. We played a couple songs then I left. I went back to the band room at Alhambra. Miller was there and he started yelling at me about how I didn't help haul equipment and I was in big trouble. I started screaming at him and he slapped me. Then I woke up. Wierdness.