Tag: teachers

My Precious Brand New Adidas

Posted on by Decade Dream Journal

I dream that I’m on a school trip. We stop at a kiosk in the middle of a forest and I buy a strawberry pastry. I’m really tired because I didn’t sleep last night, I don’t think that I can go on, I want to go home instead. There’s another girl who’s equally tired and wants to go too, she’s really cool and I might have a crush on her. The teacher, a short guy with glasses, suggests we take a plane, but that’s a bit excessive. A train, maybe? He offers to drive us to the train station.

I’m not wearing my shoes −just flip flops on socks− and cool girl doesn’t have her phone, we left them insode the school bus. There’s no time, the teacher says, you’ll have everything back tomorrow. And off we go, we’re expecting to see the train station, but he drives us all the way to town. I go directly home and fall asleep.

The morning after I realize my shoes are still missing, I’m so angry at the teacher for making me leave them behind. I try to text cool girl before remembering she doesn’t have her phone. I frantically start looking for my old classmates’ numbers, then I wake up for real and I’m so relieved to realize the shoes are safe and sound in my closet.

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Fruddi The Sci-Fi Teacher

Posted on by Decade Dream Journal

(I was feeling a bit sick yesterday.)

I dream over and over again that I’m telling Boss Lady over the phone that I can’t possibly go to work in the morning, I could be contagious, I have an upset stomach, and hear how sore my throat is! (I’m faking it).

(I suck it up and go to work in the morning.)

I dream that I’m sitting in my old classroom next to M. the runner. As usual I don’t have any notebooks or pens with me. I confess to M. that I haven’t been able to follow a math lesson in years, I cannot understand it and I’ve stopped trying.

A new teacher shows up: she has red hair and a red beard, she’s wearing glasses, a white blouse with colorful umbrella prints and a rainbow skirt. On her arm, a rainbow umbrella. I observe every detail so later I can describe her to my penpal.

Her name is Fruddi and she’s our new sci-fi teacher. There’s something unsettling about her.

(Photo by Rajshri Bharath KS on Unsplash)

She writes a poem on the blackboard in her very neat handwriting. I’m sitting front row resting my chin on my hands, looking bored. She demands why I’m not copying the poem down, I say what’s the point? I’ll google it at home. She rants and rave about today’s lazy youth, I tell her, deadpan,

I am smart and I am confident and you won’t judge me.

She looks at me pensively. She knew a boy once, she says, who was so lazy. He was so lazy he never found a job and stayed home with his momma. This makes me angry, I walk straight to her face and hiss,

Or maybe he was severely depressed.

Fruddi looks dumbstruck. Come with me, she says. She leads me to the school graveyard, old tombstones and overgrown greenery. It looks so pretty I wish I had a camera with me.

Fruddi leads me to her family chapel, where a mummy lays on the stone. This is my boy, she says, taking the body in her arms. I’m so scared and she’s distracted, so I run back to the classroom, but the other kids have left.

I track them to the gym. The boys are playing soccer with famous footballer Christian Vieri. The girls are sitting in a low pool, looking adorable in matching swimsuits and caps. I run to them and relay my scary mummy story. They all console me.

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Some Hetero Content For A Change

Posted on by Decade Dream Journal

I’m at school; there is a “problematic” boy and a teacher provokes him into being violent, all so he can expel him. I’m outraged, I know he has a difficult home situation and doesn’t deserve this. I also think I’m in love with him. He’s blonde and not exactly handsome. I tell my teachers that I lost all respect for them.

I walk away with the boy. He has a job at a liquor store just right beside the store I work in, it must have been destiny. I tell him I haven’t worked in months though, because of the lockdown*. I go home and I’m bare footed, I keep walking on dog poop and it’s awful. I come across a group of volunteers cleaning the streets and picking up all the poop and I thank them from the bottom of my heart.

Back at school the teachers are organizing a D&D game that is also a play. I’m on the losers’ side, and when the play starts our costumes are cheap and ugly while our rivals looks magnificent. We are still going to beat them though.

*Alas, true. But also, how am I allowed to go to school in the dream and not to work??

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Playing Ball

Posted on by Decade Dream Journal

An Australian class and a teacher that wants to teach them how to play basketball professionally. The tall black kid protests that, and I quote,

I have repeated year four four times!

That’s why you’re gonna destroy the other teams, you’re bigger than them, says the teacher.

The kids all live on an island, inside a tower with spiral staircases and blue walls. One day at practice, the pretty girl of the group trips and falls; the tall kid moves at superhuman speed, so fast that nobody can see him, and rearranges her limbs to a safer position. The girl falls on her butt and the teacher cries,

See?! This is how you all should to it!

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