Anyway, I was going to major in Journalism. Even though I had four other classes Journalism was the only class I attended. Oh, I did go to my tennis class every now and then…on pretty days. To this day, I still have dreams that I am late for Algebra class; English class and Government class. I try my best to get to class, but I can’t remember where the classroom is. How could I remember; I never went. In my dream, I walk around all day all over campus trying to find just one of the classrooms. I can’t even ask someone in my class because I don’t know who they are either. I hate these dreams. I am worn out when I wake up. Gees, I am fifty years old: why am I dreaming about college? One of these days I’m going to read a book on how to interpret dreams. I have some really weird ones.