Thursday, November 19, 2009
Failing History
I'm a little confused by my subconscious right now. I've never been a consistent dreamer. Sometimes I'm in a dead sleep and if I am dreaming I can't remember a bit of it. Other times I have very vivid dreams that are incredibly difficult to get out of my head (those tend to be the less pleasant ones unfortunately). Then sometimes I have what I call ghost dreams, I desperately try to remember and figure out what the dream was about but I just can seem to put it together.
So, a couple weeks ago, I had a dream that I was back in high school (nightmare-ish for some, but not really for me). There was nothing out of the ordinary, it was the beginning of the school year (about 2 weeks in) and I went to history class and it suddenly hit me that I hadn't done ANYTHING for the class. I hadn't been reading, doing home work and of course we had a quiz. So I pull myself together and decide I can recover, I just really have to buckle down in this class. End of dream.
About a week ago, I'm back in high school again, and it strikes me that I have still done NOTHING for history class. I start to panic as I realize the grading period is coming to an end my parents are likely going to kill me. End of dream.
Last night... for some reason my parents allowed me to miss two weeks of school to go stay with my grandmother (I think I was going to help her recover from lung surgery. For the record, she had lung surgery this summer... not while I was in high school). I get back home and it hits me that I've never said anything to my parents about my history class. At some crazy hour of the morning (before I got up to get ready for school) the phone rings. When I answer, a woman's explains that she is calling from some company that helps students who are struggling with their classes. She says they will send me a packet of information, but that basically they contact the teacher and get them to work with the student to be able to make up the missed work. Having two teachers as parents, I immediately ask, "does that actually work?" She tells me it does, over 80% of the time. I tell her to please send me the informational packet.
Of course, then the hard part, Dad gets up and asks "What was that all about?" I start to explain that it was a woman calling from a company that helps students and then I painfully explain that I'm probably going to fail history because for some unexplained reason I literally have just been forgetting about the class. His response, "That doesn't really surprise me. Maybe this company can help you. I'm sure everything will be fine." And that's when I officially entered the Twilight Zone, because if you know my dad, you know that is SOOOOO not his reaction.
This whole thing is weird to me. 1. because it's just so random but 2. I've had recurring dreams before, but I'm pretty sure this is the first time I've had dream sequences. It's like a TV show of my life, but my high school life, but not what actually happened in high school. I mean, true I hated history, but ... just weird.
