I am working tirelessly decorating a classroom that is strangely similar to mine but drastically different. Huh, I don't remember having a hallway in my room, or a wall full of cabinets. I begin to think that it's time to get my plans together, and in walk 15 or so 6th graders, backpacks and school supplies in tow. I'm not at all ready! Running frantically into the hallway I see teachers lining the hallway to the left and right (weird, since my real classroom is at the end of the hall). All the other teachers are ready and smiling, and I have no idea how to occupy my antsy eleven year olds for 4 hours. I take a deep breath and pull out "The Hobbit" and begin to read it aloud. After a few spellbinding chapters, I am rattling my brain to think of our next activity. Out in the hallway I see some of my students from last year walking down the hallway towards 7th grade. A few hugs and "my, you've grown!"s later, I open my eyes and I'm lying in my bed and the clock reads 2:35.
It was just as dream--I'm still teaching in my classroom next year, I still have time to finish everything I need to finish, and my students won't show up for a few more weeks. I feel much better knowing that for now I can relax and go back to sleep, but I can't help but think about what my dream may be telling me...
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