In my dream, it was the first day of school. I guess I was in 8th or 9th grade. I had all my back-to-school supplies and I had my list of classes and I arrived early. Well-prepared, I thought, and ready to go.
So... I go to my first class and I am when they called roll, my name was not called. When I asked about that, I was told that that class was full and I got bumped to another teacher's class for that subject. Okay. So, I head to her classroom to find that due to a sprinkler system leak, that class had been moved to another room. Where? Nobody could tell me. So, I went door to door till I found the right class, but I was very late. The teacher was very sweet and understanding and helped me find a desk and pointed to a stack of papers on the desk that I wasc to choose from for a writing exercise.
The assignment was to write a one-page story using the three elements on the assignment page. Every page was different. I took one, sat down, nothing came to me for some reason. I can't remember the details, but it was something like, "Write a story that incorporates a road trip, 3 apples, and a cousin." I had total writer's block and I got up and took another page from the stack, thinking I might have better luck with a different list of required elements. I came up with something and just as I was folding up my story with the assignment page I was working from...you know how you fold a notebook paper page vertically and write your name, date, class, etc. on the top front side...I happened to see on the back of the assignment page (bottom of the back side), "Be sure to start your story with this phrase: ..." (I don't remember what it was, something like: "I had been looking forward to this day for....")
So... I go to my first class and I am when they called roll, my name was not called. When I asked about that, I was told that that class was full and I got bumped to another teacher's class for that subject. Okay. So, I head to her classroom to find that due to a sprinkler system leak, that class had been moved to another room. Where? Nobody could tell me. So, I went door to door till I found the right class, but I was very late. The teacher was very sweet and understanding and helped me find a desk and pointed to a stack of papers on the desk that I wasc to choose from for a writing exercise.
The assignment was to write a one-page story using the three elements on the assignment page. Every page was different. I took one, sat down, nothing came to me for some reason. I can't remember the details, but it was something like, "Write a story that incorporates a road trip, 3 apples, and a cousin." I had total writer's block and I got up and took another page from the stack, thinking I might have better luck with a different list of required elements. I came up with something and just as I was folding up my story with the assignment page I was working from...you know how you fold a notebook paper page vertically and write your name, date, class, etc. on the top front side...I happened to see on the back of the assignment page (bottom of the back side), "Be sure to start your story with this phrase: ..." (I don't remember what it was, something like: "I had been looking forward to this day for....")
I looked up at the clock then I looked at my paper and panicked. The bell was about to ring for me to go to the next class and I did not have room to insert this required sentence at the beginning of my story nor did I have time to rewrite the entire story before the bell rang.
Just then, my alarm went off, and I woke up. My heart was pounding just like it was in the dream. I was so stressed out. I got up and started getting ready to get the kids off to school. The 2 high-schoolers had spent the night with their Dad and I was getting my preschooler's things together. 6:15 I get a call from my ex saying that he left my son behind because he had to go back into the house to get something and they didn't have time to wait on him without being late. It would make my daughter 20 minutes later than she had meant to be getting to school and my ex told me it was not fair to make her late because of her brother not being prepared. So, I drove my daughter to school, stopped to get gas, picked up my son and drove him to the bus stop then came home. I had already spent over an hour and a half in the car and I was too exhausted to take my preschooler to her school until I had rested. That is a 45 minute round trip by itself. My son up being a half-hour late and I took my preschooler in much later, but that wasn't a big deal.
I still feel like my body is being flooded with stress hormones and it is now just a few
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