I studied today, just barely able to concentrate on the words just the day before brought me such wonderment.  Chemistry test comming up in a matter of hours and I reread the paragraphs over and over and with every reading of them they would be new like I had never met them before.  My eyes grew tired and I knew there was no way I could concentrate on this matter with my mind swirrling in dreams.

I sat in the class and while waiting for the teacher to make his enterance I drowned myself in my studies and knew I was still well equipped to write the test.  The teacher came in and there was a hush as eager students waited for him to speak.  He took from his breif a stack of papers and a shot of excitement raced through me as I anticipated the unloading of information into print on the pages of this long awaited test.  He announced "should I do roll call and everybody come one by one to pick these up?' (WHAT?)

"Or should I put them in piles and you can sort through them?" he asked as he started piling them.  They were written on.  This was a joke, this was a dream.  A bad dream.  They were marked.  I 

I did not write a test, I did not get a test, when did these students get a test that was not available to me?  A dream

So he went over the answers and I would have got most if not all right.  I was well equipped I tell you.  Then he went into our next lecture and it was obvious I was missing a class somewhere.

Tuesdays and thursdays, not just thursdays.  He didn't care of my ignorance, there was no way to rewrite.

Crapola.  Well 

Seems I need my head out of the clouds