A Nightmare Come True
For once, I attended the nine o’ clock science class. I even arrived early, feeling somewhat proud of myself. In the early time before class began I took note of the other students. It occurred to me that I had never taken to time to notice them before. I’m always late to class, hurried, distracted. They gathered their things, preparing, looking at each other’s notebooks. As the other students gathered in their places, they began to lean together conspiratorially and discuss whether or not she would want a diagram drawn of this aspect of that notion, or would she require an essay explaining the relevance of the other thing. I realized there was a test coming. I was totally unprepared for the test, had no clue it was coming, and still less of a clue what would be on the test.
I felt sick and considered simply leaving. A short, older woman that I did not recognize came to the podium. Another student followed her into the room and regarded her strangely in a way I took to be confusion at her presence. I understood this woman at the podium to be the proctor for the test. Then, the test came to me, a biology test. I am not enrolled in a biology class. The professor approached my desk.
Can I help you?” she asked. I was in the wrong class altogether. My sense of time was skewed by an incorrect adjustment to Daylight Savings Time. I have never had a more surreal morning in my life, but at least there was time for a leisurely breakfast.
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