My college dream are always that I need to get to class and cannot find the building. Or occasionally I can't find my class schedule and don't remember what/where any of the classes are.
Natter 77: I miss my friends. I miss my enemies. I miss the people I talked to every day.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, butt kicking, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
One of my recurring ones is realizing it's almost the end of the semester and I've forgotten one of the classes I signed up for, never attended a single lecture, and of course it's too late to drop the class and it's going to wreck my GPA and maybe make me flunk out altogether.
I declared I'd entered my caftan phase after I bought a giant, shapeless dress in Greece this summer, and I'm never turning back. I started wearing long boxer-type shorts under all my skirts and dresses a while back to avoid sweat and rub, and they were a game-changer. I actually wear all my dresses now!
I've left the pleather pants behind and I'm ready to embrace the caftan life.
This should be the 2023 Buffista motto.Correct.
Also, boo to migraines. I've had a minor stomach virus the past five days (seem to finally be past it now), and I also say boo to that. Stupid teenager germs.
One of my recurring ones is realizing it's almost the end of the semester and I've forgotten one of the classes I signed up for, never attended a single lecture, and of course it's too late to drop the class and it's going to wreck my GPA and maybe make me flunk out altogether.
Ugh, I have this one, too.
I have the typical "not prepared for class and all the students are turning on me" teacher anxiety dreams on the regular.
I have, but it's been a while.
One of my recurring ones is realizing it's almost the end of the semester and I've forgotten one of the classes I signed up for, never attended a single lecture, and of course it's too late to drop the class and it's going to wreck my GPA and maybe make me flunk out altogether.
That was basically my last college dream. With a bit of “when did the library get a skyscraper and atrium and where do I return those overdue books now?”
I've left the pleather pants behind and I'm ready to embrace the caftan life.
Name for Natter 78!
Delighted that I don't seem to have any school type dreams either as student or teacher.
This should be the 2023 Buffista motto.
I'm in!
I took Matilda to get more piercings in her ears (so she now has three on each side).
She handled it well, and was feeling excited on the way home and then caught herself as we approached our house, and said, "Awwww, I was excited to show them to Mama."
Just a little twinge, but there will be so many of those.