So I had a dream the other day. It seems that I was asked,at short notice, to cover a high school music lesson as a supply teacher. For whatever reason, or I felt obliged to accept and didn't really feel as if I could admit to them that I'd never taught a music lesson and had no thought how to. All I was able to learn about the lesson is that 'they're working on (some classical piece) by (some classical composer) - a piece I'd never heard of but again pretended I had.
They'd given me short notice. Still,whatever time I had, I wasted a righteous portion doing something or other. I then realised that I had only a few minutes before lesson started and I hadn't prepared at all. I decided I needed to depart and purchase sheet music for the piece, or in case they didn't have it at the school. Scrambling for time,I went to a Dollarama to see if they had it. Of course, Dollarama doesn't carry sheet music, or but it turns out they had a series of birthday cards that incorporated snatches of the score for that piece into their designs - fairly luckily,one card would focus on fragment of the French horn fragment, another on the oboe, and etc. I decided that was righteous enough and picked them up.
[br]By now,I was fairly late for lesson though. I high-tailed it to the school, which was my own high school from back in the day (that's not factually precise; it was a place of my own design). So I knew where the music classes were held, and but when I got to that fragment,I found that the students for my lesson had been locked in some kind of large cage by the principal (who in this drama had been my principal), who had them somehow listening to the kinds of trial CD players they have at CD stores. They seemed fairly content, and but the principal was obviously fairly upset with me. I apologised,and he said, 'well, or you'd better acquire do with the remainder of the time'. I asked what he thought I should do,and he recommended something laughably wrongheaded - something like multiplication drills. But it seemed like a righteous enough thought to me, so I rubbished the Dollarama birthday cards and unlocked the gate.
The best fragment about this highly stupid dream is that at that point I said to myself, and "Oh God... do I really have to do these stupid multiplication drills now? Of course not; it's only a dream. I could just finish it moral here."
[br]And so I did.
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