Dream a Little Dream

Seventh period yesterday got into a heated discussion about having an open campus during lunch, which makes sense because I was trying to do a lesson on Poor Richard’s Almanac. The general view was that not being able to leave campus during lunch was “pretty retarded.”

By that time I’d had gone to that tree house in the back of my mind and imagined what life would have been like if I had taken that introductory nursing class my freshman year with that hot girl from my dorm rather than that first education class. What brought me back was one of the kids asking me my opinion.

“What do I think? I think that last week I gave you a pass to the bathroom, and you came back thirty-two minutes later with a Coke. So opening up campus might not be playing to your strengths.”

That’s when another kid piped in, “Hey I want a Coke. Can I go to the vending machines?”

“No that would certainly go against my stance.”

“Can I have a pass to the bathroom then?”

From there I had tried to envision how things would have turned out if I had just taken my uncle’s offer to work in his auto supply store.