I dream of… public school?
Hello, today, or better yet, last night, and early this year, I dreamed of something that to me seemed funny.
Over the course of my life I have heard many stories, from many different people, about the frustrations of having dreams about public school. Whether the dreams are of loosing a locker combination, or being locking inside a bathroom during class, or just totally forgetting to put cloths on and being publicly humiliated, they all stem from being Public schooled. My school life, consisted of always being home, has been an advantage to me in these dreams, until last night. What fallows are my best recollection of two of the only dreams I have had of being public schooled, one of which was last night.
Lunch break:
My first dream happened around four plus months ago, and is relatively short; in fact, it seemed to me as a dream between two other dreams during the night, if you understand what I mean.
For no reason at all I found myself at lunch break with my friends. We were outside on a narrow stretch of grass in the ally of two separate buildings, most likely they were the school. As me and my group of friends and extended friends were all lounging together in the grass, like bible times when they would lay on each other and dine on the floor, we were doing the same while eating our school lunch, burritos (I know, weird).
As lunch was dwindling a school janitor found a students half eaten burrito on the floor and would not accept the waste. So, he passed the burrito down the narrow stretch of grass where the different students were finishing their lunch to force them to finish it.
To my surprise each student took a bite and passed the burrito along to the next student until the burrito was gone and the janitor was happy.
The end!
(I know this story was not embarrassing or a scary school story, but it was my first “school” dream. It needed to be shared.)
First day of public school:
My dream last night seemed all too real to me, as of then.
Somehow I found myself in a long two-story hallway, this of course was inside of the school. There were random escaladers that took you to the upper floor and nearly undistinguishable classroom door between the seemingly endless lockers. As with most of all my dreams, if I ran fast enough threw the hallways packing with kids, I could float off the ground and sail in a forward direction. As I was levitating with great poise, a girl was with me, someone my dream had created and I have never known. I’ll call her Pam because she was never named and her and I shared a mostly one-sided romantic friendship like Jim is to Pam in the Office’s second season. After some time I saw different friends of mine in the hallway busily getting to class, weird thing was, one of them had already graduated high school in the real world. Then Pam showed me our classroom door and it entered into a foyer with couches and chairs, and possible a reception desk. “Weird.”
As I walked into the foyer there was two double doors the entered into the classroom. But before I went inside the class I saw a friend of mine, who I haven’t seen in a year or more, sitting on the couch. Pam let me to visit him and to get me a seat next to hers. “Isn’t she amazing, seriously!”
I talked to my friend for a while, found out he was just visiting and moving back in another year, then I said farewell to him and headed to class.
As I entered into my classroom it was like heading into a movie theater, there were rows of folding seats, and it was dark. My emotions of fear came alive in that moment. I was stepping into the unexpected. What was I going to do? How do I learn? What if I am called on for a question? I told myself it would be fine if they called on me and I didn’t know a question, they would never ask me again. There are what, thirty student to each classroom, and probably twenty questions top they would ask.
I walked over to Pam who was waiting for me where the rest of my friends were and I sat down. Our seats were in the middle of the auditorium, but they were the front row of the large aisle that ran horizontally in front of us.
After sitting down I told one of my friends sitting near me,who had also graduated high school, that our friend was out in the foyer. He left and I began to worry more. First I was scared he would be late for class after he left the classroom what would sure to be beginning soon, but I disowned the thought after thinking he knows what time to be back because he has been public schooled his whole life. My second set of worries was overwhelming strong, I just realized, I had nothing for the class. No schoolbook, no papers, no notebook, or pencils or pens, or even a laptop to take down notes. “Somehow laptops were fine in that high school.” My other friend calmed me down, but I still was worried I would be called out of the group and be completely ridiculed. Soon after, my friend returned from the foyer and sat down. Then after a while, Pam lent me her Macbook, which unlike normal Macbooks that have a small light that pulsates when it is on standby; Pam’s whole white Macbook pulsated in my hands as it was on standby. “As if she can’t be any better, she has a full on light pulsating Macbook and lent it to me!”
Soon school started, and instead of being in a poorly lit classroom inside a movie theater we were still in our seats but were now outside on a sunny grass and a man was teaching us. As I looked around instead of being only thirty plus students in the group there were probably a few hundred, but I still felt the need to lower myself in my chair.
After some time, the teacher was droning on and on and I began to quietly joke with Pam, because the probability of us being caught was slim. As the teaching was going on, the only thing I can remember the man say was, “Evolution is totally real.” As if it was not evident enough that I was in a public school, I was dreaming about them teaching me without remorse about the realness of evolution.
After that I suddenly found myself in the hallways of school again. This time the hallways were empty except Pam, and possibly another person or two, I remember the presences of but don’t remember who they were, and myself.
I was floating again and showing off on how I could get all the way up to touch the ceiling when an adult I knew saw me from afar and immediately made me embarrass myself at my gloating.
The rest of my dream consisted of just walking down the rest of the hall with Pam and the others until I woke up and had to roll over.
The end.
So even though it was a lame dream, I guess you can find the moral of the story is that there is no need to worry when most likely nothing will happen and not to gloat because you may be embarrassed by it one day.
The Real Simple:
Home-schoolers have dreams about school worries too.
PS. Sorry for any grammatical errors along the stories, I always find them after it has been published.
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