x
schencka
The Exam

I have my Master's degree final written exam on Friday. Answer three essay questions over four hours, typed on a computer.

I was a lot more worried about the exam before I looked at example essay questions, which are general. And, as most people do not have photographic memories, speaking in relative generalities is unavoidable. Regarding my standing as a student, I am reminded of Flannery O'Connor's title, "The Lame Shall Enter First."

There was a dream, however, that made me worried. I have a recurring dream where my most favorite thing in the world, the thing I consider most important (within the dreamspace), high school football, is kept away from me. I am late for a Friday night game, searching furiously at home for gear, clothes -- every single thing imaginable -- and finding none of them.

The last version of the dream, two nights ago, had me actually find all my stuff, at long last. But when I grabbed car keys and went outside to drive to the stadium, my old car was cut in half, with the rear end of it gone. Just like in that James Bond movie with Roger Moore.

Of course, I didn't get to the game.
 
Calendar

May 2017
123456
78910111213
14151617181920
21222324252627
28293031

April 2017
1
2345678
9101112131415
16171819202122
23242526272829
30

March 2017
1234
567891011
12131415161718
19202122232425
262728293031


Older

Recent Visitors

May 24th
google

May 23rd
almost23
google

May 22nd
google

May 21st
google

May 20th
google

May 19th
google

May 18th
c4fine13u22
google

May 17th
google

May 16th
divine
google

May 14th
google

May 13th
google

May 12th
google
Spread Firefox