(I had a feeling this one was part of another dream, but as per the norm, I woke up for no reason at all in the middle of the night.) I had missed the first day of school because I'd been sick, so when I finally came back, I was scrambling to have everything done and accounted for. I didn't get all the teacher's syllabuses, but I did get a packet that contained two journals, a whole bunch of papers, and what the teacher called his "Welcome to school gift and personal learning plan." I was utterly confused, but listened anyway to a confusing teaching style that involved teacher-student interaction and students functioning on their own. Eventually I just shrugged and said, "okay. I think I get it." It didn't help that this math class I was supposed to take was just about two hours long. FML. I woke up.