Friday, October 17, 2014

Take the Test; Miss the CIass

I was in college, a big and old old old building.
I was talking to a fellow student and something was mentioned about the test in a class, and I realized that, although I was going to take the test, but I didn't know where to go. I had never been to that class, because I had never been able to find the classroom.

I realized I would have to find the teacher and explain why I hadn't been in class, and I really hoped he would let me take the test. I wasn't worried about the test, more about the classroom work I had never done, and very anxious about being allowed to take the test. I really didn't get a sense of if I would be able to take the test or not.



This was for either a history or science course,and I'm really thinking it was a history thing.(Genealogy?) The teacher was a tall older overly formal man. He was known to be a by the rules professor, but it was also known that no one had ever suffered unduly from his interpretation of the rules. 

My London Adventure. Unfinished and unedited.

serial dreams about visiting London, and someone in my bunch of people noticing a woman in black pacing the street and we changed apartment...