Teaching Dreams

Okay, so the picture has nothing whatsoever to do with this post. I just wanted to try putting a picture in. We were out taking photos at Elbow Falls yesterday, a spur of the moment thing to get out of the city and have a ride in an air conditioned car since our house isn't. 33 Celsius is definitely too hot for me.

Anyway, back to the subject. I wonder how long it will be before I stop having teaching dreams. I had another one last night. It was different from the usual theme of them. Usually I'm at the wrong school, classes have started and there's no teacher in the class at the school where I'm supposed to be. I frantically try to call someone or sometimes I get stuck in traffic. Occasionally someone has stolen my car when I try to get to the right school. I've never had the dream of being in front of a class in my underwear although I hear that happens to some people.

Last night's dream had a bit of a twist to it. I was in the right school. I had retired but for some reason my retirement hadn't quite taken effect so I was loading stuff out of the school into my car. I came into the school for another load and when I got out to the parking lot my car was gone. Since it has a built in car alarm and key less entry and start-up and the fob was in my pocket, I refused to believe that it was gone. I searched all over the lot and gradually people were leaving in their cars. When there were only about 6 cars left I had to admit that mine was gone.

Change of scene. Now I'm in the school and I have to spend the last three days of August there before I'm allowed to retire. That really isn't so bad because I don't actually have to do anything. I wander around talking to a few of the young teachers but there are very few whom I know and most of them just give me the look like I'm something from outer space. I try to find a place where I can hang out and be inconspicuous but every classroom I try is either locked or is full of kids, apparently with no teacher. I'm not sure how that all ended because my alarm went off and I woke up.

I'm sure the Freudians would have a lot of fun with those dreams. It is interesting how they seem to have flipped between not being able to be somewhere I should be to being where I should be and not knowing what to do about it. Ah well, life after teaching will be a continuous adventure as, come to think of it, was teaching.

I don't seem to have the font selection I had last night so this will have to stay as it is. That may be because I went through Picassa instead of through Blogger itself. Many things to learn.