Grad School

I had a dream that I was back in my High School, except the middle section of the building was a grad school. It was way nicer, and you could tell everyone there knew each other. I seemed to be conscious of the fact that these were grad school students, but that I was older than them.

Then I went out into the courtyard, and there was a classroom set up out there with desks and a teacher. In fact, it was a black teacher. There was some private joke I was having with one cute girl there, and the teacher noticed and I had to be clever to the whole class to pull it off respectfully. The sun was coming weakly through the clouds.