welcome to another installment of Completely Transparent Anxiety Dream Theatre
So I had this dream last night that I was supposed to be teaching, only I mixed up the dates and thought that it was the day before I normally teach, so I wasn't prepared--didn't have a handout or notes or anything. I went to class, and then some other people showed up for another class *after* mine; their room had been double-booked, so they were staking out my classroom so that no one else would be able to claim it after my class. Oh, and one of those people was my advisor, who seemed really ticked off at me for no reason I can fathom.
And the students were grumpy--maybe because I'd handed their papers back the week before, I don't know--and then, to top it all off, it turned out that I'd forgotten my textbook. So I had to run to my office (which took ages) to try to find my Oxford Major Works edition of Sidney, and the Riverside Shakespeare, so we could talk about sonnets.
And then I woke up, just as I'd managed to ask a student to read the first sonnet of Astrophil and Stella.
I love how so many of my anxiety dreams are about not having textbooks.
And the students were grumpy--maybe because I'd handed their papers back the week before, I don't know--and then, to top it all off, it turned out that I'd forgotten my textbook. So I had to run to my office (which took ages) to try to find my Oxford Major Works edition of Sidney, and the Riverside Shakespeare, so we could talk about sonnets.
And then I woke up, just as I'd managed to ask a student to read the first sonnet of Astrophil and Stella.
I love how so many of my anxiety dreams are about not having textbooks.