I won another fencing competition today...earned my A05 rating (probably first awarded this year) and - more importantly - a 1 Liter bottle of Johnnie Walker Black Label scotch.
Finally this sport nets me something practical.
[Yes, we hold a competition on New Years Day. It's an old, bizarre local tradition].
Anyway, then I came home and slept for about 5 hours...had another episode of my recurring anxiety dream. In the dream, I'm back in college. It's one week until finals, and I realize I signed up for a course (usually Calculus or History) and forgot to go to a single class...or do any of the reading...or most importantly drop out of the class before the drop/add deadline. So now I'm screwed, trying to figure out how I'm going to do a full semester's of studying in 48 hours.
The dream always ends the same way: I wake up in a cold sweat, saying to myself manically "I graduated...I graduated!" and vowing never to go back to school ever again. Ever.
The funny thing is: when I tell MrsVR about this recuring dream, she invariably replies: "Huh? That was my reality."
(And yet she managed a GPA only slightly lower than mine! Grrrrrr....)
Of course, my friends on The Left blah blah etc.