I have this recurring dream of being back in university.
Last night, it involved me taking 8 courses, including painting and Albanian history? Much of the dream took place at the registrar's office dealing with outdated paperwork that looked identical to that of when I was in university 20 years ago.
It was all very vivid. The stormy stone cement campus walls on the "dark side" and somewhat shady, often unoccupied, wind tunnel breezeways. The crisp, autumn, upstate New York breeze that has you coveting a Chai Tea Latte, and the goosebumps spirals up your legs from the loose bottoms of your light Aeropostale cozy sweat pants that are not worth of an ever lurking unpredictable northeastern winter.
In my dream, I float around, nostalgic for the innocent learning and ability to soak everything in and just talk about it and not be expected to immediately change the landscape or world with it. Of course, I can if I want to but how I do it is entirely up to me and not prescribed. Knowledge can stew and be conversed about and saturate awhile and the expectations of social activism and making a difference during university in my day (early 2000s) were low.
Most of all, I miss the freedom. My life was not anybody else's in university except mine and it's a unique point in your life where you can truly say that.
Last night, it involved me taking 8 courses, including painting and Albanian history? Much of the dream took place at the registrar's office dealing with outdated paperwork that looked identical to that of when I was in university 20 years ago.
It was all very vivid. The stormy stone cement campus walls on the "dark side" and somewhat shady, often unoccupied, wind tunnel breezeways. The crisp, autumn, upstate New York breeze that has you coveting a Chai Tea Latte, and the goosebumps spirals up your legs from the loose bottoms of your light Aeropostale cozy sweat pants that are not worth of an ever lurking unpredictable northeastern winter.
In my dream, I float around, nostalgic for the innocent learning and ability to soak everything in and just talk about it and not be expected to immediately change the landscape or world with it. Of course, I can if I want to but how I do it is entirely up to me and not prescribed. Knowledge can stew and be conversed about and saturate awhile and the expectations of social activism and making a difference during university in my day (early 2000s) were low.
Most of all, I miss the freedom. My life was not anybody else's in university except mine and it's a unique point in your life where you can truly say that.
I have had some vivid dreams lately too- stress coming out in different ways? I loved my university years too (and even high school and junior high too). Ah, if only we knew then that those were the simpler times!
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