Last night I dreamed I was assigned to teach first-year writing in a large, shady cemetery. As I walked the grounds on the first day of class, I wondered how I was supposed to teach outside without the usual infrastructure of a normal classroom. I also fretted because my syllabus wasn’t ready for a class that was abruptly starting in July rather than September.
Eventually I found a flat, coffin-sized tombstone I figured I could stand on while shouting to my students, whom I assumed would be far-flung throughout the cemetery grounds. Right at class time, however, I realized none of my students had showed up, so after several more minutes of wandering, I found my class packed into a small, squarish chapel, where some students were standing and others were sitting on an assortment of rickety wooden chairs they had pushed against the chapel’s stone walls, with everyone’s backpacks and other belongings piled in a messy heap at the center of the room.
After introducing myself and explaining that I’d post the syllabus before our next class meeting, I sent my students outside to complete a small-group icebreaker while I took inventory of our makeshift classroom. There were not enough chairs, no desks, no podium or table for me, no projector for my laptop, no electrical outlets for my students’ laptops, and not even a chalk or whiteboard to write upon.
But since my first-years had never been to college before, they were unfazed by the weirdness, even as I explained that today’s class was in July and our next class wouldn’t meet until September.
Jul 7, 2021
Jul 8, 2021 at 3:35 pm
Oh! I had my first dream last night about this fall’s composition classes. July 8 seems a little early for that. Maybe not.
Mine involved traveling from one place to another to get to the real class, too, though mine lacked the resonance of starting in a graveyard.
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Jul 8, 2021 at 3:42 pm
It does seem too early for teaching dreams, doesn’t it. I guess we’re all processing this past year.
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Jul 10, 2021 at 7:26 am
the lesson dragged on interminably and with dusk falling i decided to send them home whereon they all headed for their graves and “melted” down into them, i scarcely had time to be astounded when i saw the ground next to me open up and before i had time to shout out “this is my dream you know” it swallowed me up
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