Sweet Dreams

Tomorrow is the teachers' first day back at school, and you know what that means:
NIGHTMARES!

I've dreamt, at times, that I'm in front of the classroom and I've forgotten to put on my skirt, or put my shirt on without first putting on a bra. Those are pretty bad.

But--by far--the worst teacher nightmares are the ones where the principal has come in to evaluate me, and my students have gone hog-wild. I beg them to sit down and behave themselves, and they get even worse. In some of the dreams I've even started crying and run out of the school. Those ones are horribly realistic and I often get flashes of them during the next day and shudder to myself.

So far I've always remembered to wear all my underwear and clothing, and my classes are fairly well-behaved (at least during evaluations).

Maybe this year will be different, now that I'm tenured and don't have to be evaluated. Of course, there is the real-life nightmare of the Giant State Test that my English class will probably all fail and then I'll be put on probation and they'll take away my tenure and I'll have to teach P.E. or something ...

Ooh, I shouldn't have thought that.