• Well, it could always be worse…

A recurring bad dream: I receive a phone call from someone informing me my high school transcript is incomplete and I need to make up some classes in order to graduate. For reasons that are never explained, I’m not allowed to take correspondence courses; I must return to school, take the classes in person, and see out the full year. The bureaucrat tells me that even though my course load will only take up a few periods, I’ll have to stay for the entire school day, as per protocol. Before I can object, I’m reminded that I always wanted more free periods in high school. Shouldn’t I be a little more grateful?

And so, I go shopping for school supplies and fill out the paperwork to get an on-campus parking pass. I consider fixing up my childhood bedroom so as to minimize my weekday commute, but thankfully I never make it home in the dream. I always go straight from the errands to the school, where I find myself in the middle of a free period, pacing mostly empty halls and anticipating my return to adult life.