On 4/21/13, I dreamt I was in a suit and tie, and was about to fail a college Spanish class. Nothing I did seemed to change that as I could not find the professor or the class, a class I seldom attended.
Finally someone told me that although I was on campus, the class was 15 minutes away and that I would have to hurry to get there in time. From where I was to where it was being held was all out doors and there was a rain storm in progress.
In my suit and tie, I began running through the rain to get there, aware of how bad I would look when I got there, if I got to the right place and got there in time. And I was aware the professor disliked me.
This is how the dream ended as the rain pelted me.
This is based on a real class I failed in 1962 at El Camino College. Four years before I became a devoted student and later earned a Bachelor's Degree and a Master's Degree, I was a terrible student and was disrespectful to this Spanish language professor who for understandable reasons made it clear he disliked me.
I earned the F he gave me and for over 50 years, never took another Spanish language class.
That is until now. At a private foreign language school, I am studying Spanish in a class designed for me and being taught by a very capable young teacher.
It is said that when the student is ready, the teacher will arrive. And after over 50 years, I am ready.
But apparently I'm still haunted by that Spanish language.experience from so long ago.
Dick
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