I have a persistent dream in which I’m forced to return to school. It’s the real me, at my real age, after getting my real degree. I get a letter that says I’ve been missing lessons, and unless I want my parents to be arrested, I should come to school.
Last night I had to sit a history test. (It was helpfully written in Latin.) The teacher kept lecturing me that, just because I’d spent ten years in higher education, I wasn’t too special to obey the law and go to school.
I woke up from the nightmare paralysed with despair of failing the test, and tried to calm myself with how I wished the dream would have gone if I could have directed it.
Instead of taunting me, the teacher would have been sympathetic. Of course, it was hard to become a schoolgirl again, to obey the rules imposed by grown-ups when you’ve been a grown-up yourself for a while.
It was hard, but I still had to obey the law; to come to lessons when I was told, to do the homework, to keep my cheeky remarks to myself. He would help me as much as he could. But if he thought I was being obstinate…
Here he would pause significantly, and flick a look into the corner of the classroom, where one of my friends would be standing with her skirt up, her spanked bottom facing the class. “I won’t enjoy doing it, but I will, if I think you need it. I will spank you, for your own good.”
But the dream didn’t go like that. Maybe next time. If I have to tread the dreamland as a schoolgirl again, I might at least have a spanking to make up for it.
“Of course, it was hard to become a schoolgirl again, to obey the rules imposed by grown-ups when you’ve been a grown-up yourself for a while.”
I’m with you there. So why am I having so much fun? Now, where did I put that assignment….
Oh, I have “back to school” dreams regularly. The way mine usually go is that I go back to help out the band (that desperately needs another 3rd clarinet, apparently). At the end of band practice, I feel like other students will feel like I’m flaunting my “out of school”-ness if I walk out the door, so I start going to class. Eventually, I forget that I don’t *really* need to be there, and I start stressing about tests and things.
Come to think of it…I haven’t had this dream since I started teaching.
Well, there’s your cure!
My schoolgirl dreams lately have been very lame. It’s finals week and there’s at least one class I’ve forgotten to attend all term. Panic!
I’ll be so glad when finals (my last ever!) are over and my dreams can go back to being rude and delicious!
I’ve had a few of those dreams recently in which I haven’t gone to class or turned in any of the assignments all semester, and now it’s time for the final exam. I much prefer going back a few more years and trying Haron’s version! In RL, I just worry that one day I’ll have to go tell my students I’m sorry, but my dog ate *their* homework.
–Another ex-3rd Clarinet
Yeah well at least it’s a dream for you guys! Patronising teachers, tests, lack of homework and sixthform dress code infractions are a daily *awake* hell for some of us!