Nightmare

Lately, I've had an irrational fear (maybe not entirely irrational given my lackadaisical attitude toward school these days - witness: I'm blogging, not studying) that I might have gotten my finals dates wrong and then I'd have to do that thing where one bursts in crying to Law Records begging for a chance to take a make-up final. Or that I've miscounted my units and there's a missing credit somewhere.

But my subconscious can do so much better. Last night I dreamed that there was a course on my schedule that I forgot I was taking. A course that I went to at the beginning of the year and then it just fell out of my memory. Seriously? Unfortunately, yes. Apparently, I am THAT stupid. So then, in this dream, I go to the last day of this class and it's 18th century literature and the people in there are weirdly Elizabethan. Which, I think, is probably the wrong time period. See, I wouldn't know because I obviously wasn't attending. And now I have to learn 18th century literature to take the final. (I guess this is sort of how I feel about my aimless studying right now. I might as well be learning 18th century literature.)

I actually checked my schedule this morning just in case. What? I'm taking "A Study of Contemporary Society Based on Thursday Night Television, Past and Present"? YES! I would so ROCK that final!