Teacher Nightmare
I haven’t formally been a teacher since June, but someone forgot to tell my subconscious.
The other night, I dreamt that I was in a classroom again, one that looked familiar, yet out-of-time. It was carpeted, with the kind of dingy, late-’80s/ early-’90s wall-to-wall I used to see in so many South Carolina classrooms, some indecipherable greenish or bluish or grayish color.
The desks were in rows, glossy but faded tan and brown faux-wood tops.
And the students were out of control.
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