Now, this is just not fair.
Back in the day, I used to get heinous nightmares before the start of every grad-school semester. Nothing outré about them, just the usual bit about a class on my schedule I don’t remember signing up for and don’t know what building it’s in and never went to and exams are in two weeks and I’m a dead duck.
Last night, two years safely out of the last graduate degree program I’ll ever be in, I dreamt that I suddenly realized I was supposed to be teaching a class I didn’t remember signing up for and didn’t know what building it was in and never went to and exams are in two weeks and oh $DEITY the poor students, how much do I suck for abandoning them!
Gah. I’m not nervous about teaching this class. I’m not. Stupid bloody subconscious is sulking like a two-year-old, that’s all.
