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prettygoodyearAbout 5 or 6 years ago I had this teacher who was real evil and just a wicked witch. I would argue with her all the time cause she told me things that were SO not true. She could easily piss me off and she often left me extremely upset.
Even though I went to school in Amsterdam (an hour away from my town) she happens to live here in my town, so every now and then I come across her, still.
Anyway...last night i had this weird, weird, weird dream about a school party that was held in a castle and all of a sudden she was there. I haven't seen that woman in years, never think about her, but there she was: right in the middle of my dream. And she made a comment about kids. That there are two different kinds of kids and that it's impossible to do something. I can't even remember. But I do remember that she got me extremely mad with that comment. And I tried to tell her otherwise, but she just didn't listen (like she never did) and I got SO upset that I run off, straight into some place I apparently stayed at trying to find my book of thoughts so that I could write down what I was about to say to her.
And then I woke up. And the weird thing is: I still feel my anger.
Even though I went to school in Amsterdam (an hour away from my town) she happens to live here in my town, so every now and then I come across her, still.
Anyway...last night i had this weird, weird, weird dream about a school party that was held in a castle and all of a sudden she was there. I haven't seen that woman in years, never think about her, but there she was: right in the middle of my dream. And she made a comment about kids. That there are two different kinds of kids and that it's impossible to do something. I can't even remember. But I do remember that she got me extremely mad with that comment. And I tried to tell her otherwise, but she just didn't listen (like she never did) and I got SO upset that I run off, straight into some place I apparently stayed at trying to find my book of thoughts so that I could write down what I was about to say to her.
And then I woke up. And the weird thing is: I still feel my anger.