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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.
 
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