Longleaf Stories

full circle in the hundred acre wood

It was exciting to pick out courses. I ran around like an 18 year old all over the pretty campus, trying to get the lay of the land. Finally, I made my way to the bookstore. Buck was there, patiently waiting, thumbing through a magazine.

I looked at my schedule again and then my watch. “Eek!” I cried. “My first class starts right now!” I ran up an empty check-out aisle, receiving a stern admonition from one of the cashiers. In my hurry, I dropped the stack of papers with my schedule and the book list, picked it up again, then went to the nearest stack of books, screeched to a halt and put my the flat of both hands on them.

“What the heck am I doing?”

I sheepishly walked back to Buck. “This is silly. We live three hundred miles away. I can’t go to classes here every day.”

He gave me one of those “I knew that; I was just waiting for you to figure it out” kind of looks.

And then I woke up.

0 thoughts on “The New Campus Dream

  1. DSK says:

    To this day I still occasionally have dreams where I am in college and am not going to graduate because I forgot or otherwise screwed up some requirement or other.


  2. Dick says:

    At least rationality prevailed in your dream. Mine (those I can remember) get crazier by the night!


  3. fletch says:

    I have the same dreams on occasion as DSK. It’s odd because I enjoyed college and really didn’t want to graduate and go out into the world yet. Talk about waking up.


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