o_O We had a calculus test, and the last question was a long essay about some totally unrelated story. Compare and contrast this guy’s life with that of a character he created. Yep. But my teacher wasn’t here, and my sub turned out to be my old English teacher (2nd time I’ve had a dream with him in it. 2nd time he played the bad guy, even though seriously, he was one of the most laid back teacher I’ve ever had.) Yep. Everyone in the class kept on talking and shouting. I couldn’t finish my essay on thte single sheet of paper, so I started using scratch paper. o_O but I ran out of room there too. Ohh boy. I started writing on dusty cement blocks. O_O. Ah, and he wouldn’t let me finish! D:
Then I woke up.
This is so sad. Why am I dreaming about school and failure again? x_x
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