Since the day I graduated high school I’ve had a recurring nightmare.
It’s always the same.
I dream I haven’t really graduated and I have to go back.
I hate the dream.
As I grew older I was also older in my dream and it was harder and harder to fit in.
I would get lost in the hallways, not be able to find the right classroom, come into class late so everyone would stare at me.
Classic anxiety dream.
Over the years I had it less and less and it finally stopped.
Until last night.
Only this time it was different.
When ‘they’ told me I hadn’t actually earned my diploma and I would have to go back, I replied, “I’m ‘effing sixty years old! I don’t care if you think I need a high school diploma or not!”
I’m hoping ‘they’ will leave me alone now!