I used to have nightmares about a phantom class I never attended. like in the nightmare I would “realize” that I had been accidentally cutting some class and not doing any of its assignments all semester and now I was fucked.

I was a non trad students at this point, so like I was 30, had straight As, strong extracurriculars, multiple friends across the program, independent study crap, and all that optional reading, volunteering, try hard BS. basically all as a way to keep my head always in the game and accountable.

but I would still wake up in visceral terror that somehow I had completely fucked myself with some ghost class.

still loved school and would take classes forever if I had the spare executive function/time/$ lmao.

the worse school dreams for me were the ones where I gave some eloquent update at a committee meeting for my research only to wake up and realize days later that this had not happened and I would need to organize my thoughts and go over it all “again”. my least favorite part of school.