Re: child/adult (was: Multi-rant)

[Guest guest]

--- Jane Meyerding wrote:

> Although I have a job, I basically am doing the

same

> work

> I was taught as a teen-ager. My co-worker T is

> younger

> than I am (about 20 years younger, I think), but she

> is

> fully adult. I am not. She takes on new projects

> that I

> hear about with amazement. As when she was one of

> the

> instructors at a two-week institute (arranged by

> some

> aspect of the U.S. federal government) to teach

> democratic governance to the Presidential cabinet of

> a " new " country in the Balkans. I am sure T does not

> know more than I do. But she has a different sort of

> access to what's in her brain, combined with a very

> different system of communication with other humans.

>

---------When I had my last full time job, as admin.

asst. in Personnel and Faculty Records at a

university, I had to type up these things called PAF's

for faculty to get paid...I was very slow at getting

all the right info into the right parts, but it became

'known visually' and second nature. Three years into

the job the format was totally changed, and it took me

nearly a month to 'get it' again. My coworkers often

had looks on their faces of wondering what was 'wrong'

with me. This was difficult, stressful and depressing

because I often wondered the same....

Nanne

=====

" Let's go get drunk on light again---it has the power to console. " --

Seurat

[Guest guest]

>

> wrote:

>>[...]I still have

> >trouble accepting that I am supposed to be an adult... I am amazed that

> >there are doctors, lawyers, and others with real jobs my age. I still

> >have a sense that I am not mature enough to work at Burger King. I'm

> >still a child, really. [...]

> I feel the same way. Yesteray in the shower (where I do

> some of my best thinking), I was trying to figure out how

> I could bring up this topic so others would understand

> what I meant. And now here you're brought it up for me.

I have a Ph.D. and I'm a professor at a good liberal arts college, and I *STILL*

have these problems. Relating to colleagues, many friends, and anyone else, I

have extreme difficulty making myself feel like a real, mature adult.

I suppose that one advantage of this is that I don't feel extremely *more*

advanced / mature than the more with-it of my students. Another is that I don't

feel compelled to give up things that have been important all my life because

they're not " mature " things. One huge disadvantage is that when I get

interested in a woman, I never feel like I'm her equal (no matter how

objectively true that is), and instead feel like I'm the junior high kid with a

crush on his teacher. It sucks.

Doug

[Guest guest]

Nanne,

Believe me, I understand. One of my first jobs was working as a civil-service

clerk typist at an Army hospital in Germany. I was in what could be called the

military equivalent of a secretarial pool--when a receptionist quit, was

reassigned, or for some other reason could not continue her duties, I was sent

to the clinic to take over temporarily. In a period of about ten months, I was

sent to nine clinics, and was mistakenly believed to be incompentent at my job

because I was never given enough time to adequately learn the procedure in any

one clinic. The minute I started to get the hang of one clinic, I got sent to

another. Because I never got the chance to really show what I could do, I didn't

win promotion to GS-4 (and with it, the opportunity to stay in civil service and

in Germany) and was let go from my position after less than a year. (It was a

temporary " not to exceed one year " position.)

Re: child/adult (was: Multi-rant)

--- Jane Meyerding wrote:

> Although I have a job, I basically am doing the

same

> work

> I was taught as a teen-ager. My co-worker T is

> younger

> than I am (about 20 years younger, I think), but she

> is

> fully adult. I am not. She takes on new projects

> that I

> hear about with amazement. As when she was one of

> the

> instructors at a two-week institute (arranged by

> some

> aspect of the U.S. federal government) to teach

> democratic governance to the Presidential cabinet of

> a " new " country in the Balkans. I am sure T does not

> know more than I do. But she has a different sort of

> access to what's in her brain, combined with a very

> different system of communication with other humans.

>

---------When I had my last full time job, as admin.

asst. in Personnel and Faculty Records at a

university, I had to type up these things called PAF's

for faculty to get paid...I was very slow at getting

all the right info into the right parts, but it became

'known visually' and second nature. Three years into

the job the format was totally changed, and it took me

nearly a month to 'get it' again. My coworkers often

had looks on their faces of wondering what was 'wrong'

with me. This was difficult, stressful and depressing

because I often wondered the same....

Nanne

=====

" Let's go get drunk on light again---it has the power to console. " --

Seurat

[Guest guest]

--- Doug O'Neal wrote:

>

> I suppose that one advantage of this is that I don't

> feel extremely *more* advanced / mature than the

> more with-it of my students. Another is that I

> don't feel compelled to give up things that have

> been important all my life because they're not

> " mature " things. One huge disadvantage is that when

> I get interested in a woman, I never feel like I'm

> her equal (no matter how objectively true that is),

> and instead feel like I'm the junior high kid with a

> crush on his teacher. It sucks.

>

> Doug

-----As my son is maturing (14 now), some of his

wise-beyond-his-years thinking is something I write

about more in my journal. And there are more

occassions where I get a feeling he's more mature than

I am. It's a bit odd....

Anyway, was writing about this, and someone wrote

back that they oftentimes have to stop and think, " Now

which one is the kid here? " .

There's pluses and minuses to this. And I fear

that what was probably seen as 'endearing' in my

twenties is going to be seen as more 'weird' in my

forties.

Nanne

>

>

>

[Guest guest]

--- It is very weird and frustrating, because one

knows one is not intellectually incompetent, but have

different ways of having to learn information.

For example, that guy who wrote out the definition

of polyrhthyms...though I re-read it and re-read it, I

could not get it make sense. If I could put it into a

visual or spatial illustration, I could 'get it'.

(even though one of the links had a site to music,

though, I couldn't tell). Or when hearing it, 'feel

it', and I know it then.

One of my favorite songs is by Rita Marley,

" Who Feels It Knows It " . ha ha

People often make comments about the logic v.s.

emotion thinking..... forgetting that there is a

complete area of sensory thinking.

Nanne

--- Newstead wrote:

> Nanne,

>

> Believe me, I understand. One of my first jobs was

> working as a civil-service clerk typist at an Army

> hospital in Germany. I was in what could be called

> the military equivalent of a secretarial pool--when

> a receptionist quit, was reassigned, or for some

> other reason could not continue her duties, I was

> sent to the clinic to take over temporarily. In a

> period of about ten months, I was sent to nine

> clinics, and was mistakenly believed to be

> incompentent at my job because I was never given

> enough time to adequately learn the procedure in any

> one clinic. The minute I started to get the hang of

> one clinic, I got sent to another. Because I never

> got the chance to really show what I could do, I

> didn't win promotion to GS-4 (and with it, the

> opportunity to stay in civil service and in Germany)

> and was let go from my position after less than a

> year. (It was a temporary " not to exceed one year "

> position.)

>

>

> Re: child/adult (was:

> Multi-rant)

>

>

>

> --- Jane Meyerding wrote:

> > Although I have a job, I basically am doing the

> same

> > work

> > I was taught as a teen-ager. My co-worker T is

> > younger

> > than I am (about 20 years younger, I think), but

> she

> > is

> > fully adult. I am not. She takes on new projects

> > that I

> > hear about with amazement. As when she was one

> of

> > the

> > instructors at a two-week institute (arranged by

> > some

> > aspect of the U.S. federal government) to teach

> > democratic governance to the Presidential

> cabinet of

> > a " new " country in the Balkans. I am sure T does

> not

> > know more than I do. But she has a different

> sort of

> > access to what's in her brain, combined with a

> very

> > different system of communication with other

> humans.

> >

>

> ---------When I had my last full time job, as

> admin.

> asst. in Personnel and Faculty Records at a

> university, I had to type up these things called

> PAF's

> for faculty to get paid...I was very slow at

> getting

> all the right info into the right parts, but it

> became

> 'known visually' and second nature. Three years

> into

> the job the format was totally changed, and it

> took me

> nearly a month to 'get it' again. My coworkers

> often

> had looks on their faces of wondering what was

> 'wrong'

> with me. This was difficult, stressful and

> depressing

> because I often wondered the same....

> Nanne

>

> =====

>

> " Let's go get drunk on light again---it has the

> power to console. " -- Seurat

>

>

>

[Guest guest]

Hi,

I'm certainly not on the same level of maturity as others my age, and perhaps

not the same level intellectually either. I'm not as concerned with current

events as an adult is " supposed " to be, and I try to limit the adult

responsibilities I do have (such as paying bills and the like). I'm grateful

that I'm on disability, as it relieves me of the adult responsibility of the

day-to-day job grind. I can pursue my interests for as long as I choose--in a

way, I'm able to " play " forever. And I rather like things that way.

Re: child/adult (was: Multi-rant)

>

> wrote:

>>[...]I still have

> >trouble accepting that I am supposed to be an adult... I am amazed that

> >there are doctors, lawyers, and others with real jobs my age. I still

> >have a sense that I am not mature enough to work at Burger King. I'm

> >still a child, really. [...]

> I feel the same way. Yesteray in the shower (where I do

> some of my best thinking), I was trying to figure out how

> I could bring up this topic so others would understand

> what I meant. And now here you're brought it up for me.

I have a Ph.D. and I'm a professor at a good liberal arts college, and I

*STILL* have these problems. Relating to colleagues, many friends, and anyone

else, I have extreme difficulty making myself feel like a real, mature adult.

I suppose that one advantage of this is that I don't feel extremely *more*

advanced / mature than the more with-it of my students. Another is that I don't

feel compelled to give up things that have been important all my life because

they're not " mature " things. One huge disadvantage is that when I get

interested in a woman, I never feel like I'm her equal (no matter how

objectively true that is), and instead feel like I'm the junior high kid with a

crush on his teacher. It sucks.

Doug

[Guest guest]

--- Newstead wrote:

> Hi,

>

> I'm certainly not on the same level of maturity as

> others my age, and perhaps not the same level

> intellectually either. I'm not as concerned with

> current events as an adult is " supposed " to be, and

> I try to limit the adult responsibilities I do have

> (such as paying bills and the like). I'm grateful

> that I'm on disability, as it relieves me of the

> adult responsibility of the day-to-day job grind. I

> can pursue my interests for as long as I choose--in

> a way, I'm able to " play " forever. And I rather like

> things that way.

>

Hi ,

I love your attitude! I need to learn how to be

able to have this also without carrying burdens of

guilt about it.

Nanne

=====

" Let's go get drunk on light again---it has the power to console. " --

Seurat

[Guest guest]

Nanne,

Well, you're probably the first person ever to say so! Most people (NT, of

course) would take me to task for my attitude, calling me " lazy, " or a

stereotypical, dependent cripple. I don't know if they'll ever realize that not

every disabled person can be a Christy Brown (author of " My Left Foot " ) or a

Helen Keller.

Hi ,

I love your attitude! I need to learn how to be

able to have this also without carrying burdens of

guilt about it.

Nanne

=====

" Let's go get drunk on light again---it has the power to console. " --

Seurat

[Guest guest]

Newstead wrote:

> I'm certainly not on the same level of maturity as others my age, and

> perhaps not the same level intellectually either. I'm not as

> concerned with current events as an adult is " supposed " to be, and I

> try to limit the adult responsibilities I do have (such as paying

> bills and the like). I'm grateful that I'm on disability, as it

> relieves me of the adult responsibility of the day-to-day job grind.

> I can pursue my interests for as long as I choose--in a way, I'm able

> to " play " forever. And I rather like things that way.

Very true for me too. When I stay up hours past the time when I would

otherwise go to bed, as I am doing right now, at first I start thinking

" uh oh, I'd better go to bed, " and then it hits me... I don't have to.

If I am tired, I sleep. If I would rather play pocket tanks, I will do

that (a marvelously entertaining little shareware game, for those who

like those ballistic-type " angle and power " type games). I gleefully

think that " I'm an adult and I can do whatever I want, " which is true

relative to the idea that my mom would be the one telling me to go to

bed, normally; it is like an affirmation that I get to make that

decision. I get a burst of glee when this happens, like a kid that was

just handed an all-day sucker.

This reminds me... this time of year, where we are hearing about " back

to school... " those words triggered a minor PTSD response in me a week

or so ago. I think of the horror of those words, what it meant for me

for several years. Those were some scary words years ago. I have to

consciously remind myself that " back to school " does not mean me; my

summer vacation keeps going! Another burst of glee. I still have

dreams about going back to high school... all of my old classmates are

there, all of us at current ages, some of them with advanced degrees and

high level jobs. And we're back in high school. I guess that is part

of feeling like a kid.

After the realization that I do not have to go back to school dawns on

me, I begin to feel sorry for the kids that do have to go back to

school, right up until they start shrieking and screaming (as they

always do). Then it's like that TV back to school commercial

(Staples?), where the parent is playing on the shopping cart, kids

glowering in silence, with the music playing in the background.... It's

the most wonderful time... of the year. "

[Guest guest]

,

Another thing we share. More than two decades after my high school graduation, I

still have nightmares about being back in school. I had briefly considered going

to my high school reunion, but figured that would be a bit like a Vietnam

veteran going back to the jungle outside the former Saigon...

This reminds me... this time of year, where we are hearing about " back

to school... " those words triggered a minor PTSD response in me a week

or so ago. I think of the horror of those words, what it meant for me

for several years. Those were some scary words years ago. I have to

consciously remind myself that " back to school " does not mean me; my

summer vacation keeps going! Another burst of glee. I still have

dreams about going back to high school... all of my old classmates are

there, all of us at current ages, some of them with advanced degrees and

high level jobs. And we're back in high school. I guess that is part

of feeling like a kid.

After the realization that I do not have to go back to school dawns on

me, I begin to feel sorry for the kids that do have to go back to

school, right up until they start shrieking and screaming (as they

always do). Then it's like that TV back to school commercial

(Staples?), where the parent is playing on the shopping cart, kids

glowering in silence, with the music playing in the background.... It's

the most wonderful time... of the year. "

[Guest guest]

> I'm certainly not on the same level of maturity as others my age, and

> perhaps not the same level intellectually either.

I'm not like people my age.

But then, I'm not like people older than me either.

And I'm not like people younger than me either.

I'm not like NTs because I'm not an NT.

Age has nothing to do with it.

--

When man calls an animal " vicious " , he usually means that it will

attempt to defend itself when he tries to kill it.

[Guest guest]

>

> This reminds me... this time of year, where we are hearing about " back

> to school... " [...]

> After the realization that I do not have to go back to school dawns on

> me, I begin to feel sorry for the kids that do have to go back to

> school, right up until they start shrieking and screaming (as they

> always do). Then it's like that TV back to school commercial

> (Staples?), where the parent is playing on the shopping cart, kids

> glowering in silence, with the music playing in the background.... It's

> the most wonderful time... of the year. "

Actually, I *do* like the 'back to school' time of year. I work much better

with a schedule (which classes to teach which days of the week). In the summer

I come in to work, but I'm not a great self-motivator, so while I have things to

do (research, etc.) I waste a lot of time. This is one of many reasons I'm in a

primarily teaching and not primarily research career.

Also, this time of year re-starts some other things I like, after a summer (or

longer) hiatus. Summer can actually be boring and depressing for me, given that

I don't have a strong family situation etc. nor a lot of people to do normal

summer stuff with. Things about to start include quiz bowl and college women's

volleyball (go Nittany Lions!!!).

So I'm never unhappy to see August passing by.

Doug

[Guest guest]

--- Newstead wrote:

>

> Nanne,

>

> Well, you're probably the first person ever to say

> so! Most people (NT, of course) would take me to

> task for my attitude, calling me " lazy, " or a

> stereotypical, dependent cripple. I don't know if

> they'll ever realize that not every disabled person

> can be a Christy Brown (author of " My Left Foot " ) or

> a Helen Keller.

>

>

>

Yeah, I've been called that too..... And if one

more person sends me a greeting card with art done by

a mouth, foot, or butt-hole artist, I will bop them

upside the head!

Nanne

=====

" Let's go get drunk on light again---it has the power to console. " --

Seurat

[Guest guest]

Nanne,

Actually, a butt-hole artist would be oddly fascinating, although I wouldn't

want to know where the artist got his brown tones from...=)

And if one

more person sends me a greeting card with art done by

a mouth, foot, or butt-hole artist, I will bop them

upside the head!

Nanne

=====

" Let's go get drunk on light again---it has the power to console. " --

Seurat

[Guest guest]

--- Jane Meyerding wrote:

> Nanne wrote:

> > There's pluses and minuses to this. And I fear

> >that what was probably seen as 'endearing' in my

> >twenties is going to be seen as more 'weird' in my

> >forties.

>

> Well, I'm in my fifties and wondering if people will

> be willing to put up with me much longer at work. As

> you say, a younger woman can be " endearing " (thanks

> in part ot sexism) whereas an " old " woman is seen as

> odd and possibly " childish " in a way that makes

> people think " senile. "

------------Yes, it is sexist, dagnabbit!

It used to baffle me when people would laugh at

something I said or did unintentionally attempting to

'be funny', and now I am missing that, would much

prefer that to the odd looks. (Except for kids, kids

still like me).

>

> I still hope I'll be able to hang on until

> retirement.

> But since retirement keeps moving further away, my

> hope may not be realized.

>

> Jane

--------How long do you have to wait? Hope you can

hang on, also.

Nanne

=====

" Let's go get drunk on light again---it has the power to console. " --

Seurat

[Guest guest]

Nanne wrote:

> There's pluses and minuses to this. And I fear

>that what was probably seen as 'endearing' in my

>twenties is going to be seen as more 'weird' in my

>forties.

Well, I'm in my fifties and wondering if people will

be willing to put up with me much longer at work. As

you say, a younger woman can be " endearing " (thanks

in part ot sexism) whereas an " old " woman is seen as

odd and possibly " childish " in a way that makes

people think " senile. "

I still hope I'll be able to hang on until retirement.

But since retirement keeps moving further away, my

hope may not be realized.

Jane

[Guest guest]

wrote:

>I'm certainly not on the same level of maturity as others my age, and

>perhaps not the same level intellectually either. I'm not as concerned

>with current events as an adult is " supposed " to be....

Ha! Most adults in the U.S. are so ignorant of current

events that being informed in that area cannot be part

of the definition of " adult. "

Jane

[Guest guest]

On Thursday, August 7, 2003 11:59 -0700 DeGraf

wrote:

> There are three reasons it changed, I think. One is simply that I have

> more experience now. Another is because Parrish started allowing me to

> help him, and in the process treating me more like an equal than like a

> fragile little kid. Finally, he stopped constantly pretending to be a

> mature adult himself, showing how much more like a large 12-year-old boy

> he is than his " mature serious fellow " mask was allowing him to.

Growing up is greatly overrated.

Ride the Music

AndyTiedye

[Guest guest]

From: " Newstead "

Thursday, August 07, 2003 12:17 PM

> Nanne,

>

> Believe me, I understand. One of my first jobs was working as a

civil-service clerk typist at an Army hospital in Germany. I was in what

could be called the military equivalent of a secretarial pool--when a

receptionist quit, was reassigned, or for some other reason could not

continue her duties, I was sent to the clinic to take over temporarily. In a

period of about ten months, I was sent to nine clinics, and was mistakenly

believed to be incompentent at my job because I was never given enough time

to adequately learn the procedure in any one clinic. The minute I started to

get the hang of one clinic, I got sent to another. Because I never got the

chance to really show what I could do, I didn't win promotion to GS-4 (and

with it, the opportunity to stay in civil service and in Germany) and was

let go from my position after less than a year. (It was a temporary " not to

exceed one year " position.)

>

>

That definitely sucks. In my last engineering position, something similar

happened. I was doing loss of coolant accident (LOCA) analysis for

pressurized water nuclear reactors at Westinghouse. There were three

thermo-fluid analyses and one structural analysis that were covered in our

section. The four analyses were vastly different. Management had decided

that they wanted to start cultivating a crop of engineers who could do all

four types of analyses instead of just " experts " who focused on just the

thermo-fluid or just the structural aspect. By trying to learn all four

types of analyses concurrently in basically a year I was, of course, not

able to pick up all the nuances immediately.

When the time came for that part of Westinghouse to disintegrate I was laid

off because I lacked the " depth of knowledge " that my co-workers had...even

though there were many tasks that I could do that required two or three

other engineers. The fact that my second level manager was a misogynist who

believed that a female engineer becomes useless the instant that she gets

married also figured in.

[Guest guest]

In a message dated 8/8/2003 10:22:20 AM Eastern Daylight Time,

lgainor@... writes:

> My husband “replays movies†of things that have happened in his

> life, but I think in pictures. I can remember the layout of every

> house that I have ever lived in (and the telephone number), and

> could draw you a picture of it. Hubby can remember where he’s

> lived in the past, by replaying a “movie†of walking through the

> house.

>

I play a movie as well, yes, but images distort, mine movies are more made up

of sounds, textures, sensations, yes. Images do come but usually I must

remember how it smelt like, how it felt like, yes, then picture forms.

Juli ASD mother to Nicollette Rett Syndrome w/autism

[Guest guest]

In a message dated 8/8/2003 10:43:51 AM Eastern Daylight Time,

tychobrahe@... writes:

> >

>

> >I have that dream (nightmare?) too. I always feel like someone

> >made a clerical mistake and I didn’t really graduate, so I have

> >to go back and finish.

>

> I have ALL KINDS of dreams where I'm still in school (as a student, not

> teacher, as in real life!). I'm always forgetting my class schedule, and

> neglecting to attend that damn English class ...

>

> Doug

>

>

once in speech therapy i was made to try speaking in front of peoples, yes,

and someone commented about how i should imagine peoples naked to feel more at

ease, instead i threw up and that was the end of this, yes. it is nightmare i

get if speaking where more than one peoples are listening the though of all

naked enters mine mind, and it's usually rather grotesque thought. human

peoples are rather ugly peoples to me. Cats and dogs look good naked, yes.

Peoples

don't, which is why I think some that we wear clothes as not to offend others

eyes, no. maybe if peoples grow fur yes, maybe, but not likely no.

I know not how telling me to imagine peoples naked was to put me at ease in

front of peoples, I take it that ensured no speeches from myself, ever.

Juli ASD mother to Nicollette Rett Syndrome w/autism

[Guest guest]

My husband is like that, he cannot comprehend “earning a living”,

but he always wants things to contribute to his perseverations.

I, on the other hand, work only to stave of homelessness and

losing my kids. I cannot keep a job longer than three years; I

always get fired for something stupid, like “lack of

communication”. Well, duh, I can’t communicate and I cannot play

the politics thing! I always quit whenever I felt that my

employer was starting to watch me too closely, or if they started

to play mental games with me (like locking me out of the computer

network, so I would have to come and talk to them so I could get

privileges back into the network). Now I don’t think I can work

at all, mostly because of depression. I don’t know what I’m going

to do now. I’m collecting unemployment benefits, but that doesn’t

pay the rent and the utilities. I get $92 each month in food

stamps to feed five people. Ha! I ‘d like to see the lady at the

food stamp office accomplish that! She probably eats $92 a week

in food just for herself!

Louis

wrote:

>... I have never had any ambition with regard to

>supporting myself, working, or acting like an adult. I still

have

>trouble accepting that I am supposed to be an adult... I am

amazed that

>there are doctors, lawyers, and others with real jobs my age. I

still

>have a sense that I am not mature enough to work at Burger King.

I'm

>still a child, really. I feel no more compunction to support

myself

>than an average ten year old. The very idea of it boggles my

mind.

[Guest guest]

I have a question beyond these lines: who here remembers in

pictures, and who remembers in movies?

My husband “replays movies” of things that have happened in his

life, but I think in pictures. I can remember the layout of every

house that I have ever lived in (and the telephone number), and

could draw you a picture of it. Hubby can remember where he’s

lived in the past, by replaying a “movie” of walking through the

house.

I am also apparently missing several memories. My husband asked

me the other day why I made him a birthday cake of an airplane

the second year that we were married. I don’t remember making a

cake that looked like an airplane, so my husband showed me a

picture of the cake. I cannot remember making it, or even seeing

it, but the picture is proof that I did.

I can remember conversations verbatim within on month of having

them, but any longer than that I don’t even recall the

conversation. I vaguely remember three of the dates that my

husband and I went on before we were married (I remember the

restaurant and what we ate). I don’t remember what we talked

about, or if anyone else was with us at the time.

I can tell you in great detail about electronics, how a computer

works, Karnaugh mapping, Boolean Algebra, etc, but I couldn’t

tell you what I got for Christmas from Hubby last year.

What do you all think?

Louis

From: Cerulean

--- It is very weird and frustrating, because one

knows one is not intellectually incompetent, but have

different ways of having to learn information.

For example, that guy who wrote out the definition

of polyrhthyms...though I re-read it and re-read it, I

could not get it make sense. If I could put it into a

visual or spatial illustration, I could 'get it'.

(even though one of the links had a site to music,

though, I couldn't tell). Or when hearing it, 'feel

it', and I know it then.

One of my favorite songs is by Rita Marley,

" Who Feels It Knows It " . ha ha

People often make comments about the logic v.s.

emotion thinking..... forgetting that there is a

complete area of sensory thinking.

Nanne

[Guest guest]

I have that dream (nightmare?) too. I always feel like someone

made a clerical mistake and I didn’t really graduate, so I have

to go back and finish.

Louis

From: Klein

I still have

dreams about going back to high school... all of my old

classmates are

there, all of us at current ages, some of them with advanced

degrees and

high level jobs. And we're back in high school. I guess that is

part

of feeling like a kid.

[Guest guest]

>

> I have that dream (nightmare?) too. I always feel like someone

> made a clerical mistake and I didn’t really graduate, so I have

> to go back and finish.

I have ALL KINDS of dreams where I'm still in school (as a student, not teacher,

as in real life!). I'm always forgetting my class schedule, and neglecting to

attend that damn English class ...

Doug