Awful dreams last night. I dreamed I was arguing with my instructor over my grade. She was saying she thought a B would be appropriate and I didn’t agree. Three A’s out of five papers and an A on the midterm spells “A” to me, even if I got a B on the final. But every time I discussed, this woman in a turban would pipe up and say, “Sounds like a B!…. B…. Oh yeah, that’s a B!”. She wouldn’t shut up and as TurbanGirl is a respected colleague, I was in a pickle. Decidedly, not an awful dream but still unsettling. Good I be a wee bit nervous about finals?
What makes me say awful is the (yet another) dream of bassoony destruction.
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