2003-06-30 - 12:27 p.m.
I wonder why dreams are always out of date. I must have dreamed of missing an important class or showing up late for an important test for years -- hell, decades -- after this actually happened once. It was in my freshman calculus class, and I walked in late to find we were having a test. Uh oh. I made a 38. Not too good. Fortunately, I made an A on the group exam at the end, so I ended up doing well in the course. But it must have been a traumatic moment, because I remember dreaming about such occurrences well into my 30s.
It might have been less traumatic if, years later, as a graduate student, I hadn't found out accidentally that the professor was still complaining to other students about having to give me a good grade. Apparently, the math department rules didn't give the calculus professors any discretion in this area. Since the group exam covered all of the topics, if an individual earned a high grade on that exam, she had to be given a good grade. Now, you know, all this time I was perfectly well aware that my grades didn't average out very well. I had just assumed that the professor was pleased that I'd done so well on the final -- I had the highest score out of all of the classes -- and so I assumed he had chosen to mark me up. Not at all. Not only had he been forced to do so against his will, he was still bitching about it years later. Sheesh. Some teachers are actually happy when kids learn something.
Last night -- well, early this morning, really -- I dreamed that I had won a trip to some no-name casino and I curled my lip and said something to the effect of, "Hell, no, I'm not going to your off-brand joint. I'm RFB plus air at Mandalay Bay." It has been awhile since that was the case.
We have Tropical Storm Bill on its way. It doesn't sound terribly powerful, but we're getting lots of rain. I've got immature/female hummingbirds feeding in the rain.
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