B Day September 2

The dreams of night that fell so steadily as light summer rain have evaporated upon waking and now they are nothing more than mist on pavement. I think I dreamt of somewhere far from here or somewhere long ago but now I am just awake and nothing has changed except I've taken one small step further from my past and yet no closer to my future.

Freshman Study Hall: I've observed some of the freshmen are abnormally large. It just seems to punctuate the dissonance their small thoughts seem to produce. I know of their presence because I can hear them breathing, loud like stuffed up chihuahuas. Yet there is no discernable movement and they remain in their seats the way mushrooms shoot from damp soil and remain for a few hours and then are gone. So to they are gone when next I look up. Perhaps the bell has rung? I really need to pay more attention.

U.S. History attempted to blow up the kahoot again, but this time I managed to lock the game. I was heartened to hear at least one person say "I can't believe I actually learned something". At last after 29 years I am a success in some small way. Then they took the quiz and we examined the beginning of Reconstruction. There was no homework other than to complete all vocabulary.

U.S. History Honors as usual attempted to bully me. I imagine the entire gang of them someday washing diesel trucks next to a freeway in rural Georgia. It is just the vibe they are giving off. They too played Kahoot and began the lesson on Presidential Reconstruction (Lincoln and Johnson version) and then after class they shuffled off to wherever it is they go. I imagine they spend at least a third of their days rocking vending machines back and forth for the hope that they will find the sustenance they need since the state ended the expanded free lunch program. I assume in a real crisis they will simply eat the freshmen. Time will be our guide.