Do you have dreams about going back to high school? I feel like I have them at least a couple times a month - which feels like a lot for something I left behind going on 14 years ago.
I don't really have recurring dreams so much as recurring themes. Forgetting my gym clothes, not knowing what my class schedule is, or on the rare occasion I dream that I've actually still been in school all this time. But in dream time, apparently that's only 3 years or so, because I still know people there. Once, I wondered what would happen when my parents received a tuition bill, because I hadn't told them that I was still in school.
To be honest, I don't mind these dreams. I feel like they're still less awkward and dramatic than the real thing. Plus there's a bit of nostalgia that I kind of like. It's like the end of the movie Titanic, where Rose dreams that she goes back to the ship and everything and everyone is just like it was.
For this analogy, minus the kissing.
You know, for all the dreams I've had, I don't think I've had one that had anything to do with my science class. I don't know why. It's not like I particularly disliked biology or chemistry. Well, let me amend that. Science was not really my forte, especially when it became married to math. But the teacher was really nice, and I liked her a lot.
Our junior year, she got a boyfriend. Several classes were taken off the rails by students asking for details on this mystery guy. It was cute to see her so happy. Towards the end of the year, they got engaged, and she didn't come back to teach the following year. Sometimes I wonder what she's up to now, but I haven't looked. I'll let imagination win.
Science class was one of the few where we had assigned seating, alphabetically. Junior year, I managed to weasel out of doing a group presentation by choosing to do a research project on the history of the periodic table - complete with my first powerpoint. It wasn't the performance I was afraid of, it was the group aspect. I watched other people getting frustrated with their groups for not pulling their weight, and I felt pretty good about my decision.
I was definitely better at biology than chemistry. Again, it's that whole math thing. It's really too bad, because I like the concept of both. But I definitely did not like the day that we had to dissect frogs. It was more sad to me than gross, but I feigned nausea to be able to step outside.
Ah, memories. What did you think of your high school classes? Are there any you would want to relive? Any you would avoid?