Do I Have Class?
Was in the office for two hours
Suddenly felt something was wrong
Teachers have classes every other hour
How could I sit there typing along?
I hurried to the classrooms
Without the contents in my head
I asked students for their schedules
A girl offered her powder case instead
I need the schedule, not your dressing powder
All the boys burst into laughter
None showed me the schedule however
Because we don't use printouts anymore
I went to try the classrooms
One had already a Shanghainese teacher
The room is like a Spanish mission
So deep I could only hear her
The other classrooms were next to each other
So I waited there for the one without instructor
Then I would know if I had class the third hour
Though what to teach was still unclear
I am retired for about two years already
Yet this kind of dreams often returns to me
Am I so worthless that I have this anxiety
Instead of enjoying a life concerns free?
6/6/2026
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Offline) - Published: June 16th, 2026 15:09
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Such dreams are most troubling and most poetically done.
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