I think that deep down I must be a lot more stressed out about the prospect of going back to college than I'd previously thought. Last night I had a dream about it, except in my dream I went back to high school. All the kids were young and just as snotty as when I went there, and I kept having to explain to them that I'm not a teacher, and they kept telling me I'm old, damned little bastards. Everything had been moved around since I'd last gone there, and I couldn't find the office to pick up my class schedule, so I didn't kow where I was supposed to be, so I just wandered the halls from classroom to classroom, asking at each one if I was supposed to be in that class, and pissing off each of the teachers along the way. Finally I said "fuck this" and went to hang out in the student center, where I found David Cates, my best guy friend from 8th grade, who'd also decided to go back to school and was pretty much in the same boat I was. Except that wasn't very comforting, because he wasn't adult David, he was 8th grader David, and he still made me feel old, but at least I wasn't the only person that was lost. Then my old high school English teacher came in and yelled at us both, and I started to cower, but then I stood up and said "Hey, I'm an adult now, dammit, I don't have to put up with this shit!" and they kicked me out of school. Then I woke up.

I hope my first day back at college goes more smoothly.