I had a dream about your graduation.
I'm sitting with you all in the balcony of a large, modern, beige theater. (Why I am reminded of The Unconsoled?) You're all there, in two neat rows, and the graduation ceremony is about to take place. I distinctly remember Sylvia smiling this big beaming smile and Caroline looking at the stage with a very serious and concentrating expression.
There is a black charcoal grill at the end of our second row, and I have the sense that the goals are already heating up. I also know that even though we're indoors, the end of the row, where the grill is, is outside. We'll pour out of our two rows straight into our party!
There's one glitch. In the program, there is a listing of all the honors students who've won prizes of various sorts. At the top is a name I've never heard. I think to myself, "Did I go through two entire semesters without realizing this student was in the course? Is this possible?" I conclude that I must have and wonder what this says about me, as a teacher and a person. (I'm reading this book, What the Best College Teachers Do, and I felt it peering over my shoulder at that point.)
I managed to shake off the feeling of perplexity and anxiety, and we started to file out of our rows. That's where the dreams end.