Late for a test I had not taken and had not prepared for.  It was a history exam.  I had not read the chapters.  Passing the course did not look good because a student who had studied had made a poor grade.

Could visualize the book was suppose to read.

Looked out the window of the automobile I was riding in with my Dad and family.  Trepidation:

A sky storm ripped into the skyline in such a way it appeared the sky was bleeding purple.
 

Was frightened and worried.  Looked at my father demanding, “Tell me something I don’t know about.”  He thought for a moment making facial gestures but did not respond.  This did not quell my apprehensions about being in danger.

– Dream fades –  May 12th, 2005

Conclusion/Observations:

Part I about the test:  There is this latent dream imagination that I will one day be allowed to return to my old schools:  6^th grade, 8^th grade, even High school..  I dream about this a handful of times.  Very often I am under prepared for the course work and the teachers will often recognize that I am out of place; yet allow me to stay.  I feel I belong there in school.  Elementary school was some of the happiest moments of life.  In school I had a place in the world, friends, and learning.