The recurring and evolving dream:

Last night I was back in high school and falling behind. Only this time, I knew that I had already graduated college and had two jobs. I went to talk to the (all-female) administrators about the situation. The principal (who may or may not have been Queen Latifah) advised me to drop all the classes I needed, just to keep the academic ones. I tried to tell her that this was precisely the problem; that I hadn't done any math assignment in the four weeks (again, accurate) we'd been in session. She sort of shrugged and then Ms. Vessie (from Ed? Only she looked like an actual Acton-Boxborough math teacher I never had) burst into the room and cajoled me not to drop math.

"Six years of algebra just isn't enough!" she said.

I tried to explain that I really had already done my time and that I was just back to catch up on some English, but she wasn't having any of it. And then the new guidance counsellor whooshed me to her office and tried to talk to me about becoming a more spiritual student. Whaa?