This is not a reference to the recent spate of rainy weather, but rather to the horrible dream I had last night. I’m not normally a dream sharer but this kind of neuroses usually doesn’t strike me until late August or early September. In the dream every single difficult student I’ve had in the last 5 years was in my class. I was teaching math (not a strong point). It was the first day of school, the power was out, I had neglected to give my homeroom kids their schedules and I was wearing my pajamas…tops only.
September in July
Ideas In Things 