Oh, dreams.
I had a dream last night that this past spring semester never ended, and I just found out about it. I was frantically searching for the calculus final, knowing that I'd missed several midterms through the months of July and August, and would get a incomplete if I missed the final, which would mean that I would have to pay back all of the GI Bill money. Fortunately, I had a little moment in the dream where I realized that A) there is no way a semester could last 8 months, and B) I distinctly remembered taking the final. Er, "taking" the final, because I didn't even bother with half of the questions.
Still, the dream made for a morning full of stressed-out feelings.
Still, the dream made for a morning full of stressed-out feelings.