Last night I dreamed that Spring Semester began and when I arrived to teach my 8:30 section, it was a university auditorium classroom with 5,000 students.
“What happened to the 23-student cap in writing classes?” I asked the Writing Program Administrator in horror.
“They all have 23 students except this section. It’s just really big. No one likes to teach it,” she told me, simply.
I spent the entire dream failing to make the projector work from the media booth above the stadium seating of my enormous class.
“How will I ever grade all their papers?” I screamed in my mind.
I woke up.
And today I saw Joy on my date with Dutch, which I found hilarious and highly inspiring.
It can be good to wake up.