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kybearfuzz) wrote2019-01-03 08:28 am
kybearfuzz) wrote2019-01-03 08:28 am
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Dreaming of the Cost of College
In this dream, I was back in college, roaming around Draper Hall, which is one of those older buildings with the hardwood floors that make footsteps echo. I had dropped my books off in the classroom, but, in the few minutes I had before class started, decided to run up to the third floor to see if the professor was actually in.
Draper Hall was never as maze-like as the dream made it out to be, but I climbed up dozens of stairs to get up to the floor and ended up on the opposite end of the building. So I quickly walked my way across the hall, my shoes clacking noisily the whole way. I passed what seemed like a 1950's secretarial pool of women typing away, complete with hairdos and clothes from the era.
I found his department office, which listed "Carol Burnett" as the chair. I did a quick glance and saw his name "Randy..." marked as being in the office. I probably pulled this idea from real life, as I had a professor named Randy Osbourne, who was often absent because his wife was ill. Knowing he was going to be in class, I looked at the time had two minutes to get to the classroom.
This end of the building had an escalator, which was out of place in this building. On my way, I ran into Mr. Mitchell, the principal of my old junior high, whose daughter was my age and going to college as well. Mr. Mitchell looked a bit stressed and out of sorts. I wanted to say hi, but I knew I'd be late, so I tried to avoid him. However, he saw me and immediately launched into a tirade about how expensive college was, telling me about the cheap food his daughter had to buy to stay in budget.
I yelled an apology for not being able to talk as I was late for class, and ran down the escalator only to be stalled by a young lady who parked her ass in the middle of the escalator. The escalator suddenly lurched forward in speed and I made it to class with seconds to spare.
As I sat down with friends in the class, I told them about my former junior high principal who was raving like a crazy person in the hallway upstairs.
Draper Hall was never as maze-like as the dream made it out to be, but I climbed up dozens of stairs to get up to the floor and ended up on the opposite end of the building. So I quickly walked my way across the hall, my shoes clacking noisily the whole way. I passed what seemed like a 1950's secretarial pool of women typing away, complete with hairdos and clothes from the era.
I found his department office, which listed "Carol Burnett" as the chair. I did a quick glance and saw his name "Randy..." marked as being in the office. I probably pulled this idea from real life, as I had a professor named Randy Osbourne, who was often absent because his wife was ill. Knowing he was going to be in class, I looked at the time had two minutes to get to the classroom.
This end of the building had an escalator, which was out of place in this building. On my way, I ran into Mr. Mitchell, the principal of my old junior high, whose daughter was my age and going to college as well. Mr. Mitchell looked a bit stressed and out of sorts. I wanted to say hi, but I knew I'd be late, so I tried to avoid him. However, he saw me and immediately launched into a tirade about how expensive college was, telling me about the cheap food his daughter had to buy to stay in budget.
I yelled an apology for not being able to talk as I was late for class, and ran down the escalator only to be stalled by a young lady who parked her ass in the middle of the escalator. The escalator suddenly lurched forward in speed and I made it to class with seconds to spare.
As I sat down with friends in the class, I told them about my former junior high principal who was raving like a crazy person in the hallway upstairs.