I keep thinking about this dream from last night, where I was visiting a college campus before school and could attend/shadow a little biology class, I think taught by Ms. Karen Truesdell, my AP Biology teacher in the unfortunate 2019-20 school year, and in retrospect, a spry and warm person though probably not the best at teaching. (Note to Seth: Take a flipped approach to AP Bio, don't rely on in class lectures.) The setting of the dream was so odd. It was distinctly educational but I can't place down where this classroom and the surrounding campus was. It was small and dark, and the front edge classroom with windows and sliding doors looked more like the semicircle of an airplane lobby. I spent some time shadowing, thinking I would only be there for 10 or 15 minutes, and it did feel like about that time until I poked my head out of class and saw it was quickly turning evening, a supple purple sky and a dimming blue quality to the air. It struck me waking up and still does to me now that this was yet another dream of the "mild future", but this dreamt future seemed at once flung backwards and forwards more than usual. High school young, a big new college that's feels emotionally closer to elementary school? Not to mention how boldly I lost track of time in that classroom. Maybe what I am concerned about is the relevancy of it, that I could visit UC Santa Cruz weeks and weeks earlier before moving in, that I should, if at least to assemble my classes for the quarter and finally explore the rest of campus.
"[Growing up] is hard and nobody understands." // https://www.homestuck.com/story/2391