I was on a bus (like a city bus - random), and this lady calls me over and tells me she is a dean of my former college. She informs me that she had sent me many emails during my undergraduate that I was failing a math class (which also showcases in my school nightmares frequently) because I hadn't been attending. Due to my failure, which they just realized, they were going to revoke my degree. She had already talked to my principal, so I would lose my job.
So the anxiety about this grad paper has apparently gotten out of control. Time to put it to bed.
On a happier, and yet more frustrating, note...I picked up drawers for my students. I had written before how I am completely and totally fed up with those
Seriously excited about this.
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