Hey! Teacher! Leave them kids alone. Oh, you have.
Happy new year, everyone!
2004 can go now. Go on, shoo. Door's that way. Look, you started off brilliantly, and I truly appreciate the Talent Focus thing back in February, but you've let yourself down since then, haven't you?
*2004 nods little head sadly*
Yes, you have. I expected good things of you. Now, go and have a think, before renaming yourself 2006 and coming back improved in, ooh, 300 and odd days time. Good luck!
Ah, 2005. You're here at last. No, that's 2004. He's just leaving.
Well, I've got a cold. And in other news, New Years Eve saw me dreaming yet *another* dream about school. Robert Bathurst was yet again my teacher (I'm saying nothing about him dressed as a schoolboy on Friday's MDTPM... Nothing. Oops). Only this time he was a headteacher who I chased around the entire school, demanding help with an essay. He delibrately ignored me. Guh.
Now, this particular dream is (almost) dream mimicing life, seeming as I've tried contacting a tutor three times about an essay and they've yet to respond. And I can understand having yet another dream about Robert (a garbled note in my dream diary reckons I had a dream about me trying to buy slogan t-shirts off him the other week. Interestingly, I'd decided on a Pretenders lyric as the slogan - "Gonna make you, make you, make you notice". Well, he didn't). And it's *got* to be better than George Bush as my sexually harrassing headteacher.
But why all the teacher dreams? According to Dream Moods:
"To see your teacher (past or present) in your dream, suggests that you are seeking some advice, guidance, or knowledge. You are heading into a new path in life and ready to learn by example or from a past experience....Alternatively, it may relate to issues with authority and seeking approval. You may going through a situation in your waking life where you feel that you are being treated like a student or in which you feel you are being put to a test."
Oh, I see. Quite apt. Then again, it could just be that I tended to have a crush on my male teachers.
Mind you, that does *not* explain the Dubya dream. Absolutely not. No, no, no.