Weird Dreams Again

Let me tell you a tale. I went to college for six years and when I finally escaped I got my M.B.A. in Human Resource Management and my undergraduate degree in Economics. I chose economics because I was good at it, not because I was interested in it. I could pass classes without studying, and if I did study, I would kill the curves. I was that guy. The guy everyone hated (including my roommate).

I chose HR when I was getting my MBA because it actually interested me. I wasn’t very good, but I was willing to work at it. I struggled, but I did study. And it seemed that the harder the classes got, the better my GPA ended up. My GPA went up each year of college, and while I never hit the 4.0 mark, I didn’t do all that bad.

Now, what does this have to do with the title? Well, the other night I awoke at 2 AM from a nightmare. In the dream, I wasn’t going to my history classes and I was failing. This would, of course, mean I would not be getting my degrees and this scared the crap out of me. And I like history; I would never voluntarily skip a history class.

And to top it all off, I didn’t even recognize the school. It wasn’t Rider University that is for sure. But it wasn’t any other school that I could identify. I can’t even think of a show that the school appeared in.

I was actually panicking over this dream. Weird.

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