After the first class, I somehow forget to go. Midway through the semester, I suddenly realize that wait, I have Biology and American Government classes that I haven't gone to in five weeks. I now have all this missing work that I need to make up. Anxious and terrified, I wonder if I will fail the classes and then I berate myself for having made the stupid error of forgetting to show up.
Last night, my dream was about school. Minutes before the bell rings, I realize that wait, I have no plans for what we are going to do today - and its the first day of school! As a note to non-teachers, this is really bad. I hastily run to my whiteboard and try to scribble out a schedule, but my mind can't focus and my handwriting looks lopsided and crooked. I wake up before the bell rings.
|An example of my "I'm ready" whiteboard.|