Lost and Found
June 7, 2005 § 3 Comments
I have a recurring
dream nightmare about being back in high school.
Actually, it’s pretty evident that I know that I don’t really belong there, but somehow have to pretend that I do because I’m on a mission to find my locker. I have no idea where it is in the school, but I’m on an endless search to find it. While looking for it, I have to pretend that I’m a student going from class to class so that I don’t get caught roaming the halls (why I should care since I graduated 10 years ago still eludes me). I run from physics to Latin to drafting (read: dork) and see the familiar faces of classmates and teachers. I hang out in the Latin room the longest, since Mr. Rohleder was extremely cool to anyone that got past Latin III.
In between classes, I skulk around the Y and Z halls, upstairs and downstairs, scanning the rows and rows of metal boxes along the wall. I finally find it in the dark alcove between my freshman English class and the library upstairs, but I can’t remember the combination. My head is racked with numbers in sets of three and I try every possibility I can think of. The only other way I could find out is to go to the front office, produce my student ID and locker number, but I can’t since I’m 27 and don’t belong there anymore. I try to come up with some sort of excuse, maybe some sense of nostalgia, and perhaps they would take pity on an alum?
While I was still in high school, I had a similar dream, except that I actually belonged there and I knew the combination but had forgotten and no one could tell me. What is in my locker that I needed so badly still hasn’t been explained.