High School Bitches
I had one of those dreams people always dread. I say dread because there is always an expectation that this sort of dream must happen at least once a year….
I went back to high school.
And it seems that when you go back to high school you know as much as you do now, but you’re just in high school instead. In this dream it was a sort of hybrid though. I was in my old high school, and my high school friends were there bantering about the latest gossip, but the weird thing about this dream was that I was operating at a college level, and my next class was Spanish with my current Spanish professor Fernandez-Levin.
I arrived in class to find two girls I’ve known throughout middle school and high school,one named Ashley and one named Rachel (whom I dated in 7th grade and shared a class with my freshman year at Grand Valley). I had known Rachel to have taken three years of high school Spanish, and Ashley might have taken 2, even though that was giving here too much of the benefit of the doubt. Yet, here they are walking into Spanish class, cussing me out in Spanish. And when I tried to say something to them, I didn’t know what to say or how to say it.
The terrible and might I say parodoxical thing about this dream is that they stole this Spanish from my unconscious memory in order to use it against me. In essence, I insulted myself.
