It's Happening.

As I sit down to write this, the last vestiges of my dream are slipping from my mind.  All I know is that it proves something.  Something awful.

I was walking down the hallway on my way to English class amidst the usual bustle of students meandering between bells, when a teacher summoned me into his classroom.  I obligingly sat down with the twenty or so other students in my room, all of them my classmates, as the teacher began to hand out scantron tests.  At this point, I began to panic, before realizing that the infamous bubbles of the multiple choice test had already been filled out.  In fact, this was a math test that all of us had taken a while ago.  The teacher proceeded to tell us that we needed to fix our mistakes on the test, though it wasn't for points.  While everyone else got to work fixing their mistakes, I glanced at the clock hanging ominously over my head.  Oh no.  It was time for AP English.  I was trapped in this room doing math, and I was missing an important discussion.

I tried to rush my way through the math corrections, but I didn't understand the obscure problems, and the teacher hadn't given us any test to read the original questions from, just the useless scantron sheet.  My panic grew as other students in the room completed their corrections and left for English class, while I remained unable to complete even one.  The minute hand on the clock moved rapidly, English was almost over, and I had missed the most important discussion of the year.  Because of math.

Finally, I snapped.  I berated the teacher for trying to make me do math work during English time, and went on a rant about exactly how much I despised the subject, using a variety of colorful language.  Finally, I stormed out of the classroom, entering the English classroom in a blind rage and taking a seat for the last five minutes of discussion.  I loudly complained to Ms. Serensky about the injustice of the impromptu math quarantine, but she had no sympathy.  I would never know what I had missed that day.

I am scared that, even though it is currently winter break, my subconscious mind is telling me to go back to AP English class.  It's happening.  The madness is sinking in.