Dream
I had a really crazy, horrible, messed-up dream last night: I was late for my first class of the semester (which is supposed to be bio recitation, but in my dream it was abstract algebra). I was running to the classroom (actually, it's more like a big lecture hall, but not Galileo) but by the time I got there, it was nearly over. Somehow, I saw Jose and Hyun Kyong (from high school) inside and they were walking out. Apparently Jose (and Hyun Kyong) was just there for ... fun? He just wanted to know how it's like. Why them and why math and why were they there when I was late? I mean... it's more logical have them in a dream about the UN or something like that. What's even weirder: I asked Jose what I missed, and he said something about some food that (I assumed) the prof brought for the class (on the first day?), and he said it was pretty good.
Then, I sweared that I wouldn't be late for my second class, which was supposed to be in Galileo. But I forgot my backpack or something, and so I had to go back to some place and get it, which meant that I would probably be late again. So, I ran really quickly, trying to find some staircase (nonexistent in the real world) that supposedly led to Galileo, but when I stopped running, I wasn't at Mudd anymore. The buildings were different, and I concluded that I ran too far and got to Pomona.
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I don't usually dream. And when I do, I usually can't remember what I dreamt about after I wake up.
Maybe I am worried. I want to do well and have better grades, but E&M and Abstract torment me even before they start. I would do something close to selling my soul to get good grades in these two classes. But I don't want to sell my soul. Maybe I should sell somebody else's soul instead. If that works.
And probably I'm still haunted by images of overachieving students from high school? It's more like being disappointed with myself, actually. I occassionally think that I should have done more/better in high school, although I also think that if I had done more, I'd probably have been slightly more depressed. And that freaky running to Pomona thing; I did run to Pomona and back (almost) everyday during summer math. Maybe something is telling me not to slack off anymore like I did the past few weeks.
Okay, I have to wake up in around ... 4 hrs 30 minutes. I should sleep. Or not. I would be really sleepy on the plane later anyway..? Oh, I'd be travelling with Margie this time! No more weird people on the next seat. Unless Margie is also weird. Maybe she is. But maybe I'm too. See, I should sleep. Good night.
Then, I sweared that I wouldn't be late for my second class, which was supposed to be in Galileo. But I forgot my backpack or something, and so I had to go back to some place and get it, which meant that I would probably be late again. So, I ran really quickly, trying to find some staircase (nonexistent in the real world) that supposedly led to Galileo, but when I stopped running, I wasn't at Mudd anymore. The buildings were different, and I concluded that I ran too far and got to Pomona.
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I don't usually dream. And when I do, I usually can't remember what I dreamt about after I wake up.
Maybe I am worried. I want to do well and have better grades, but E&M and Abstract torment me even before they start. I would do something close to selling my soul to get good grades in these two classes. But I don't want to sell my soul. Maybe I should sell somebody else's soul instead. If that works.
And probably I'm still haunted by images of overachieving students from high school? It's more like being disappointed with myself, actually. I occassionally think that I should have done more/better in high school, although I also think that if I had done more, I'd probably have been slightly more depressed. And that freaky running to Pomona thing; I did run to Pomona and back (almost) everyday during summer math. Maybe something is telling me not to slack off anymore like I did the past few weeks.
Okay, I have to wake up in around ... 4 hrs 30 minutes. I should sleep. Or not. I would be really sleepy on the plane later anyway..? Oh, I'd be travelling with Margie this time! No more weird people on the next seat. Unless Margie is also weird. Maybe she is. But maybe I'm too. See, I should sleep. Good night.