I had a strange dream last night.
Turning up to a new job at a new school,
Late because I had accepted a lift from colleagues.
I could not work out the timetable,
it was dingy dark and I had trouble seeing.
(should have been the clue that I was dreaming)
One friendly face striding with confidence towards me
I thought, glad to be working
in an art department with him again!
The bell had gone...I was desperate to get to class
If only I could work out where that was.
I woke up thank goodness, before I was in trouble
for being late to class.
Today I went to the post office and collected my mail
A registered letter for me.
From F U
Which was B U when I started the course,
Two, or was that three years ago.
It was BCAE when I was an Art student many years ago.
another teaching qualification.
My contract as a TAFE teacher expired the week after
I completed all the work for this one.