Two recent dreams


Friday night:

It is the first day of
school, and I nervously enter the classroom to find all of my students
sitting on top of my high cupboards.  No matter what I do, they
won’t come down.



Last night:

I am teaching a lesson and
turn around to find that all of the students are playing with
playdough, and they refuse to put it away.



Hmmm … do you think I might
be nervous about the first day of school?  My dreams aren’t ever
very cryptic … they’re more the type where the deeper meaning slaps
you in the face. 



This will be my tenth year of
teaching, and the first day of school still makes me nervous, as though
I may have forgotten how to do it over the summer.  It’s like
riding a bike … it all comes back pretty quickly.




This
weekend was not a particularly exciting one.  Sick and tired of
hearing everyone at my parents’ house gripe, I spent my last two days
of summer vacation and about $100 cleaning and reorganizing one of
their bathrooms.

  My three younger (but grown) sisters are all living there rent
free and can’t manage to lift a finger to clean up after
themselves.  So, I swept in and did white tornado on their
absolutely disgusting bathroom so my parents won’t have to be
embarrassed when company comes over. 

“I’m going in!”

Instead
of being grateful that they no longer have to live in their own filth,
my sisters got pissed off because I asked them to go through their
bajillion bottles of products and sort them into the cute boxes I
bought for them. 
I scrubbed the toilet, sink, counter, mirror, and bathtub.  I hung
the shower curtain and window curtain.  I bought all the supplies
and spent two whole days on the project.  All they had to do was
sort their junk.  So, anyway, I ended up throwing it all in a box
and leaving a note saying that anything remaining in the box will be
headed for the trash tomorrow afternoon, so we shall see.  If they
think I’m bluffing, they are sorely mistaken.

So, I came home and cried, and now I have to get ready for my first day of work tomorrow.    Yippee …