Nightmare. (Oct 16 2005)
Friday, we had to turn in a rough draft of a paper for my Spanish class. I turned mine in on Thursday night, because I was going back home on Friday. That night, I dreamed that Prof Henager sent me an email that said, "With the exception of one other person in your class, this is the worst rough draft I have seen in all my years of teaching. You should be ashamed of yourself. I suggest you try it again, or stop wasting my time."
I woke up very upset, but at the time I couldn't remember the dream. It wasn't until later in the day, when I was thinking about the rough draft, that I remembered. And I was relieved that it was only a dream. Not to mention that Henager would never write such a cruel thing.
P.S. Like I said, I'm on Fall Break at home, eagerly (ish) awaiting for midterm grades to be posted. So if I'm really good and dedicated, I might work on calapitter some. But I doubt I will be.