I don't know what sense to make of dreams, if any. They can be a totally scrambled mix of my thoughts, which are hard to decipher. That's if they really can be read or make any sense at all. They might be the opposite of what I'm thinking or feeling. They can come out any which way. Just my opinion. I think so.
I try to remember the interesting ones. I just go over the story [ie this happened, then this, then this] as soon as I wake up. They stick in my mind though it's best to record them asap later.
I wrote down a dream sequence recently. It was about school. People often ask me whether I regret retiring now that it's September. My answering is always a resounding no. Lately, I read, write and listen to music a lot if it's rainy or very hot. I've travelled + been to a protest. I might take some workshops at the Apple store. I'm visiting the Cuban Schools in November. Education is still very important but not like before.
Once a teacher always a teacher? I don't miss the grind. The situation at my school and board had become totally unacceptable when I reached my 85 factor this spring. I didn't have to put up with it anymore, so I didn't. Maybe my dream reflects that or not. Dunno. Anyway here's the dream.
I'd decided to go back to school after a year off on a medical leave, rather than retire. The class setting was the high school where I attended Gr.13. I had a very mixed multicultural class. That's where the similarities end.
September was typical. Lots of meetings + talking about the class. Nothing really to use. They were fairly content to sit there doing nothing. I wasn't about to go make it up from scratch again. I had little idea of where the students were actually at or what could they could do. Probably not the course.
I quickly grew fed up and bored. It was totally pointless. I told the students I was going to just teach the school basics until we got up to the point where they were, then take it from there. Most left, about a dozen stayed. We began with the math facts and alphabet. I said if they didn't know that it was okay. Many didn't. After that all was well.
Admin quickly came by to tell me I couldn't do that. I told them I quit. Felt very good. I told the students if they wanted to continue they could find me at home. Some did. I don't recall how many. We sat on my front porch when they came by. It was very nice. I did what I set out to do. When I awoke in the morning it was still working out quite well. I really felt like I was teaching again.
I'm not sure what to make of the last part of the dream. I have little to no interest in tutoring or anything like that, I'm quite sure. I suppose its one I will just have to reflect on for awhile. Perhaps the meaning is staring me in the face or perhaps it was meaningless. The sort I don't care about and soon forget. Still, I wanted to write it down. I really don't know why, but here it is.
Cheers!
David C
I try to remember the interesting ones. I just go over the story [ie this happened, then this, then this] as soon as I wake up. They stick in my mind though it's best to record them asap later.
I wrote down a dream sequence recently. It was about school. People often ask me whether I regret retiring now that it's September. My answering is always a resounding no. Lately, I read, write and listen to music a lot if it's rainy or very hot. I've travelled + been to a protest. I might take some workshops at the Apple store. I'm visiting the Cuban Schools in November. Education is still very important but not like before.
Once a teacher always a teacher? I don't miss the grind. The situation at my school and board had become totally unacceptable when I reached my 85 factor this spring. I didn't have to put up with it anymore, so I didn't. Maybe my dream reflects that or not. Dunno. Anyway here's the dream.
I'd decided to go back to school after a year off on a medical leave, rather than retire. The class setting was the high school where I attended Gr.13. I had a very mixed multicultural class. That's where the similarities end.
September was typical. Lots of meetings + talking about the class. Nothing really to use. They were fairly content to sit there doing nothing. I wasn't about to go make it up from scratch again. I had little idea of where the students were actually at or what could they could do. Probably not the course.
I quickly grew fed up and bored. It was totally pointless. I told the students I was going to just teach the school basics until we got up to the point where they were, then take it from there. Most left, about a dozen stayed. We began with the math facts and alphabet. I said if they didn't know that it was okay. Many didn't. After that all was well.
Admin quickly came by to tell me I couldn't do that. I told them I quit. Felt very good. I told the students if they wanted to continue they could find me at home. Some did. I don't recall how many. We sat on my front porch when they came by. It was very nice. I did what I set out to do. When I awoke in the morning it was still working out quite well. I really felt like I was teaching again.
I'm not sure what to make of the last part of the dream. I have little to no interest in tutoring or anything like that, I'm quite sure. I suppose its one I will just have to reflect on for awhile. Perhaps the meaning is staring me in the face or perhaps it was meaningless. The sort I don't care about and soon forget. Still, I wanted to write it down. I really don't know why, but here it is.
Cheers!
David C
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