Your story suggested the following memory. Every decade or so I also experience a dream based on an anxious period in high school.
The math teacher looked like a woman who never smiled a day in her life. The teacher was angry that I could not understand geometry and consequently banged my head in the blackboard. We were not allowed to leave a problem incomplete so I made up any answer in order to comply with this demand. How could this teacher read my paper upside down and know I had written nonsense?
Your story suggested the following memory. Every decade or so I also experience a dream based on an anxious period in high school.
The math teacher looked like a woman who never smiled a day in her life. The teacher was angry that I could not understand geometry and consequently banged my head in the blackboard. We were not allowed to leave a problem incomplete so I made up any answer in order to comply with this demand. How could this teacher read my paper upside down and know I had written nonsense?
Fioli Gardens would be a great place to get your creative juices flowing this spring. Perhaps a scheduled field trip through Sierra College?