Come on, honey. Get up, it's time for school.
Listen, Woot. I graduated in 1992 and had bad dreams about high school for several years – being late, not knowing where my classes were, not having my homework done, being way behind in class, not having been in class at all but suddenly realizing it’s time for finals, etc.
All this is to say I’M NOT GOING TO SCHOOL AND YOU CAN’T MAKE ME.
It’s especially weird I had so many dreams about it for so long because I had a home tutor for the final three years because of health problems so I didn’t have to worry about being late, etc. Yet my brain got stuck on it for years. Brains suck.
The math doesn’t add up.
I was born in 1974. The math does add up.
And I thought that public school was bad!
I wouldn’t know.
Not that part.
The part about having bad dreams for several years.
Why doesn’t it add up?
Well that depends:
In the educational system which you were in, how many years was high school?
It was four years. I was in school for the first year and had a home tutor for the final three years.
I’ll recalculate the numbers later and get back to you.
I can’t wait.
Sure you can.
Congratulations, you were the valavictorian at your home
Even had I been the only one in my school, I wouldn’t have been the valedictorian.
You can tell by my spelling, I wouldn’t eather
Of course not.
If I’m the only one in my school, why would you be the valedictorian?
Then again, the universe has it out for me, so you being the valedictorian would most likely happen.
Virtual learning before it was mainstream!
Class of 93 here.
I thought I had a small school. My graduating class was six including me.
My entire grade was 16 (or 18).