I had a dream last night that I was taking a history class.
We got our tests back and I had gotten an 80%, which I was very upset about.
The instructor had changed the review system before the test and also changed
the test to multiple choice, which I hate.
Next, I was rushing to get another class and I couldn’t find
the right room. I finally found it and had a hard time finding a place to sit.
I knew I was running out of time, but every time I tried to get started on my
essay exam, my binder and papers kept falling on the floor. I tried to keep it
together and get situated so that I could focus on the exam question: “Explain how the political aid assists
politicians”.
I was trying write how a political aid is like your best friend
or some crap, but that’s all I could come up with because President Clinton was
there talking to someone and explaining how fit he was and telling them about
his workout routine.
He was pulling up his pant leg to show how toned his
calves were. I was in a state of panic and frustration because I knew I was
never going to get this essay finished because I couldn’t concentrate.
Then, blessedly, I woke up. I was all tangled up in the
blankets and it was too hot in the bedroom, but I was so relieved not to be
dealing with that damn essay exam.Who knew sleeping could be so stressful?
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