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feeling: midterm anxiety >_<
listening to: Utena - Missing Link
I have the most bizarre dreams.
Ok. Last night I dreamed we (me and my parents) went to visit my brother, sis-in-law, and nephew. But their house was... well, not their house. I think that's a common feature in lots of people's dreams, places that should be familiar appearing totally different? Anyway, so we were at their house, which was much bigger than it really is (I remember at least one stairway, and a HUGE yard, neither of which they really have). Heather's son from a previous marriage, Steen, was also there... studying for a Spanish test. Spanish?? The kid's like, 8! Anywho, so most of our "visiting" was actually done outside in the yard... I remember Heather holding my nephy, who was fussing cause she'd woken him up to visit with us, and the house was waaay in the distance. I ended up going inside later, but I dunno if my parents did. So, next thing I know, I had to get ready to leave - to catch the school bus. o_O I've had sooo many dreams about school buses lately... and high school... Anyway, so I was on my way out the door, and I said something in Spanish to Steen as I was leaving. He replied in Spanish, indicating that his studying was coming along quite well. So I walked outside to see the school bus already waiting for me... and apparently this was behind the house, cause the yard was considerably smaller now. But still a decent distance to run to catch the bus. Well, before I could get to the open door, the driver decided he'd waited long enough and shut the door, but I kept running, thinking maybe he'd catch sight of me in the mirror. He did. I got on the bus and thanked the driver, who had a huge, friendly smile on his face. The driver was Drew Carey. *falls out window* Now, is that not bizarre?
...Ok, so compared to a lot of my dreams, no it's not. But... DREW CAREY! And Steen taking a Spanish class?? An intermediate one, it seemed. In 2nd grade or so. Not to mention the school bus... Lord, I could not even TRY to count all the dreams I've had about school buses and being back in high school, since I started college. What the heck is that about? Oh, they're all bad, too. Missing the bus, minor fights or general discomfort/unsettlement on the bus (in one, the driver, the one I had for 12 years in real life, refused to let me board because she'd gotten to my house early that day and had been waiting for me, and felt she'd waited too long already... yet she had plenty of time to hold the door open and argue with me about it. I mean, I was RIGHT THERE, door was open, but she wouldn't let me on! Anyway...), getting lost in the halls at school, missing classes (like, weeks at a time), failing, stuff like that. My dreams frighten me sometimes.
Eh, steering away from that. I had some high school nostalgia float back to me today... of my senior year band director, mostly. That man was a complete MORON. Every time I think of him now, I can only see him as the jerk who ruined my senior year. Then I get all bitter and depressed. -_- But I try to relieve some of this anger by remembering the times when I got the better of him, and also by imagining what I'd say to him if I ever saw him again. XD *cackle* I won't go into detail on his moronicness now... don't have time... but I'll mention a few things. Ok, at one point during football season he made us come to a basically ALL DAY marching practice on a Friday morning that was a school holiday, though there was still a game that night. We'd get there in the late morning and stop just before the game. Well, after about 3 hours of marching through the halftime show over and over, everyone was getting REALLY sick of band. After one of these run-throughs, McMoron (literally McMullen... our own "clever" recreation :P) forced us to return to the starting point and do it over. I quietly voiced my disgust to one of my other trumpet-playing friends on the way back, who of course agreed wholeheartedly. Well, McMoron didn't hear what I said, but he did hear my tone of voice, so he called me back and yelled at me for being snotty. Snotty?! Ok, for one, I wasn't even TALKING to him. For two, he didn't even know what I SAID. Anyway, the rest of the session goes on and stuff. Then, a few days (weeks? I don't remember) later, my dad, who was on the school board (he's now the board president ^^ Go Dad!), encountered McMoron at a meeting or something. He told me about this upon his arrival home afterward... said something like "So, McMullen spoke to me tonight... he told me something about you being snotty toward him?" But he was half-laughing as he said it! So I told him what had happened, which was of course totally different from what McMoron had told him. And we had a good laugh. My dad was actually PROUD of me for being "snotty". XD I think he said he even laughed in McMoron's face when he'd told him, too. Keep in mind, I'm notorious for being a very reserved, soft-spoken person with my superiors (and pretty much everyone else), and I only get "snotty" when I've had enough. I mean, really REALLY had enough. It takes a WHOOOOLE LOT to get me that cheesed off. Sooo, most of the other teachers in the school found out about all this too, including the principal, so when they encountered me in the halls or what have you, they'd stop me to say: "Don't you get SNOTTY with me, Cottrill!" or "Hope you haven't been SNOTTY with your teachers again!" and we'd all have a good laugh. See, they knew me better. So McMoron tried to get me into trouble with my teachers, the principal, and my parents, by twisting the truth around, but instead of having it all work against ME, he became a laughingstock with the majority of faculty and everyone else who heard about it. You GOTTA love the irony. *cackle* McMoron was fired after that year, his only one at our school, by the way. Another great memory... this was later, I think... it was the week of parent-teacher conferences, which my parents only went to for a chance to talk to some of the teachers they don't see much, cause I always had As and Bs, so there wasn't much to "confer" about. I went with them that evening, cause there was to be a pep band practice, which ended up being cancelled. So I ran around the halls, and eventually my parents got around to the band room, for a conference with McMoron... the only actual conference they'd planned for the evening, cause they hated him as did everyone else. They ended up being in there for, like, an hour, while McMoron tried to feed them lies about his treatment of me and other band members (I won't go into details... no time), and my dad perpetually shot them down. There was no defense. My dad is GOOD. ~_^ So by the time they left, McMoron was extremely red-faced. I'm not sure if I'd ever been so proud of my dad up to that day.
*luvey sigh* Ah, I have SO few good memories from high school. It feels good to recall the few that do exist.
Ok, I really need to go study now. Linguistics midterm in 2 hours. Make that an hour and 47 minutes. *sigh*
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dragged from Becky's stream of consciousness at 2/12/2002 12:41:00 PM
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