Back to 8th Grade

I just woke up from a very deep sleep--so you are right that I'm not going to work today. I actually thought I might be able to before, but after riding along to the gas station yesterday (my exciting event out of the house), I was sadly kinda pooped and my stomach hurt so I stayed put the rest of the day. I also sold my tickets to the Taylor Swift concert...sad day all in all. But last night I woke up around 2 a.m. and ended up watching some t.v. and eating a snack so I could take some more medicine. (It had been several hours promise.)

The next thing I know I'm waking up after my dream about going back to the 8th grade. You see, I went to a small private school for a couple years that only went through the 8th grade. So it wasn't so random that I went back to that grade.

But I show up in my uniform. I'm at my current age and have had all of my same experiences. Apparently I'd been going through some periods of self-discovery and decided I wanted to continue learning and to do so by going back to school. It just turns out to be 8th grade.

The ironic aspect is that I know most of my classmates--we were all in class together, what, 10 years ago! And the teacher is good 'ol Mrs. Brinkerhoff. As customary, I talk with the teacher before class begins and she doesn't seem to remember me being in her class before. Instead she explains the differences that have come since I was at the school in earlier grades. (For example, the school has now expanded through high school.) I have to explain that I actually had her as my teacher in 8th grade before.

She pauses....and asks what year I had graduated high school before. I reply, "2004." Hmm, I'm pretty sure at that point we both think that maybe 8th grade wasn't the right place for me. I think briefly about switching to an older grade but, hey, I know all my classmates!! My next thought is that maybe going back to school wasn't the greatest idea and maybe they'd offer me a part-time faculty position instead to start a little journalism program. Hehehe, now I'm talking--I mean, dreaming.

But at least that idea is somewhat plausible.