MORNING SILLY
I get up around 7:20 am each morning to have coffee with Carl before he goes to work. It's a really fun part of our day because inevitably we have matching cases of Morning Silly, that numbskulled condition where you regularly stay up too late and get up too early, thus the entire world looks "ha ha" funny (punch drunk, if you will) until you've had two cups of coffee. We routinely turn on Fox News and sit in our dark family room, coffee in hand, effortlessly cracking up over the antics of Steve and Brian while we catch up on the happenings.
Even the commercials are super funny when you have a case of Morning Silly. Commercials like this. Or this. Or perhaps this.
Today, we discussed a recurring dream of mine. Do you have one? I sure do. I occasionally dream about feeling extremely anxious due to procrastinating over some highschool assignment due date or pending test not studied for. Last night, I dreamed that I had studied for a spelling test (a highschool spelling test, lol). I was walking down the hall toward my class when Carl bluntly discouraged me.
"You're not even ready for this test. You know how to spell the words, but you don't know what the words mean."
"Mean?"
(condescending tone) "Um,...yeah! It's not just a spelling test. It's a vocabulary test, too."
Instant panic set in, as it always does in this recurrent dream theme.
So over morning coffee, I shared this latest recurring dream with Carl and we totally cracked up over the fact that my "late for class, unfinished term paper, unprepared for a test" dreams now included a personal jab from him. Swell! Nice. Swell and nice. We then discussed some of our slacker highschool moves (the very moves that undoubtedly haunt me in my dreams to this day). One in particular got our Morning Silly all flared up.
Now, those of you who were model students won't likely relate. The rest of you (slackers) will understand why Carl and I were laughing so hard over stupid decisions of the past one particular precious memory; that of failing to properly study for a test, then cramming like sardines, 15 minutes before class. Slackers would fly into class, DYING to get their hands on the dreaded test PRONTO because after all, that cram session was only going to remain in short term memory for about another four minutes.
Can I get a witness?
Slackers wanted to scream, "Give me my test! It's goin', I tell you. The little shred of information I managed to commit to short term memory is slipping faaaast!" For shame, for shame.
Now that I've confessed to going through a less than stellar stage, I should add that personal motivation is a huge piece of the academic pie. When I returned to college at age 26, fully motivated, I set the curve for my Chemistry class and graduated nursing school with a 3.5 GPA. It was totally a matter of commitment and focus on my part, something that was lacking in the glory days of slacking (Break it down! I'm a poet and I don't know it. Bahahahaha!)
Toni
11 comments:
At least in your recurring dream you aren't in high school naked, like I am.
Cliff and I often talk about how commercials are much better than they used to be. The only trouble is, they show them over and over until they aren't funny any more.
What does it say of me that I think those commercials are funny even after 2 Diet Pepsis?
I don't have any recurring dreams that I know of but I do recall the cramming in the final minutes before class started and then anxiously awaiting the test to be handed out.
Totally embarrassing confession: I totally crack up every time I see the truck commercial where they say "Super Duty" over and over.
If you don't get why, please don't ask!! Let's just say it probably has something to do with the fact that I spend most of my time with a 9 year old!!
A nine year old who, by the way, is very much into that whole cram and test as quickly as possible thing. Sigh. Sad to say her teacher (me) doesn't have a lot of moral room to judge this one, as I was guilty of the same crime many times myself!!
You can get a wittness here! (if it was a science related test) : )
Does it make you want to smack me that I never did that cram thing? Yeah - I was a nerd.
My recurring high school dream? It always has to do with being in a play or a musical. It always involves having to replace another performer without ANY rehearsal. I have to get onstage with the script in my hand, and under the stagelights I can't read the script very well. Somehow I bumble my way through the performance. It's always excruxiating.
No recurring dreams here (that I know of) but I am so enjoying yours! It's posts like these that make me want to read them aloud to someone else because they are so stinkin' funny.
~Rose
p.s. I crammed for Spanish tests. Every time I crammed...yeah, give me that test pronto!
I never (well...rarely) remember my dreams so I have no idea if they are recurring. I'll just guess that I have the same dream every night and it probably has something to do with me dressed like a duck holding up a library with a flare gun.
You got a witness, sister! Oh, how I remember holding on to those fragile shreds of knowledge as the seconds on the clock ticked by! GIVE ME MY TEST, N.O.W.!
Gee, sometimes mothering makes me feel the same way, know what I mean?
Fess up time. I WAS one of those nerds who actually learned the material. I HAD to. Even then, my short term memory was nonexistent. I'm blaming the constant moving around. Never knew what town I was in. IT WAS ALL MY PARENTS FAULT!!!!! (hear the mocking crying?) What am I supposed to say? "I was 16, but had the memory of my grandmother?"
I have the SAME DREAM! Only I dream I've gone back to school, but for some reason, I just keep forgetting to go to math class and I'm never quite sure what the homework assignment is. It's always such a relief when I wake up!
I have that dream in several different forms. One is that I'm in school and for the life of me I can't remember my schedule. I have no idea where I'm supposed to be and it hits me that I've missed the same class several days in a row. In another version I can't remember where my locker is and even if I could find it, it wouldn't matter because I can't remember my combination. I'm in a big hurry to get to my next class, but I can't get my books out of the locker. Then there's the version where I suddenly remember that I haven't done any homework or studied all year.......wait a minute........that wasn't a dream. That was my '84-'85 school year. My bad.
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