DOES ANYONE ELSE still have The Schedule Dream?
IN HIGH SCHOOL, a few weeks before the new year, you would receive a schedule with the list of all the class times, subjects, room numbers, and teachers that you would eventually commit to memory and attend in a daily manner.
IF YOU LOST your schedule, you had to go to the office, swallow your pride and plead mea culpa to a committee of unsympathetic secretaries, and hope that they could provide you with some direction.
I ALWAYS DREAM of finding myself in the hallway, aimless, corridor stretching before me in all directions. Limitless doors, options, choices: millions of wrong ones, only one right answer. And me without my schedule.
GUESS I BETTER head down to the office again.
|curse that the hand could never fit a whole day…|