So I dreamt I was in school again. My school. Same setting. Only there was lots of commotion and suddenly I was in a Big hall where they had arranged benches and desks. And everyone was sitting up on the desks. There was a teacher's table at the centre, on a platform. The students were not just my school girls but everyone that I had met through college and even on my electives. And there was to be a grammar test. And for a change I looked smart. Felt Smart. the monitor distributed the essay files to us and there was another file with our school mark-sheets in it. (I don't know where that came from) and a brown covered book. I was so engrossed in reading the matter in the essay book and the mark-sheets that I didn't open the brown book on my lap. The teacher announced that he hoped that we were completing the grammar test as per schedule. I wondered what he was talking about cos I didn't see a grammar test . The girl next to me was scrambling around with her files and was filling some form. I thought that maybe the form was the test. I decided to fill it up ( I always loved filling forms, especially the ones with little boxes in them). Ifinished it and then the teacher who was supposedly a guest teacher, an expert in Grammar, walked up to me , asked me if I was done. I showed him the form and guess what he asked me for the brown cover book which had the questions in it. And I was clueless. He signed incomplete on it and wrote me a remark on the first page of the book. Much to my chagrin. I told him I would submit it to him before he finished correcting the grammar books of the rest of the class because I knew I was so good at it and I wouldn't take much time to finish it off.
then it started. My pencil fell down. I crawled below the desks to take it and it had rolled so far so I had to crawl for a bit. and someboby's foot landed on my shoulder from above and stamped my shirt. I was so annoyed at the girl above, I shook her foot off me. And she decided that was rude of me. And then the teacher came to look who was below the desk and gave me the "you're so messy and fidgety and up to no good" reprimanding speech. Embarrassed. And when I stood up, I was the silly old plump teenager again and Not the cool girl at the beginning of the dream. So bad. Bridget Jones moment.
So I guess I had a really embarassing time growing up in High school, And I feel as if not much has changed now except that I am a little more guarded now and am careful not to look like a dork. Although I am fully capable of being a dumbo without working too hard at it.
So much for looking smart at the start of the dream and then ending up as the same old dotty me.
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