School Daze

Several years ago -- wait, it's more than several; it was the late 90's -- I had what I thought was my last school dream. You know the dream: you're in the classroom and the professor is passing out the final, and you realize with a certain mounting sense of terror that you have no idea what the class was about. Yeah, that dream. After the professor gave me my final, I looked at the gobblygook and decided that since I didn't know anything about the class, I had probably never signed up for it in the first place, and if I was registered for it then I would work it out with Registration later. And I got up, and someone asked me why, and I said something like I don't need to take this final because this is not my class. And I left.

This time, it was a law class. The final was going around (which I suppose was my first clue -- in law school, they have Proctors), and I was thinking that maybe this was the class where I only went for the first month, and then stopped showing up so I could focus on my other classes, and that I'd never gone over all the notes and things I was supposed to study to get up to speed for the final. And then I thought that I never approached a class like that before, so why would I have started now? And then I thought, "Wait -- didn't I already graduate from law school?" And I realized that yes, I had indeed graduated from law school, so taking this class or being registered for this class or whatever made no difference. So I left.