How I Know I’m A Goody Two Shoes.
Right, little rant, just wanted to get this off my chest because I feel absolutely awful even thought this was a minor slip up.
I am a college student, and we’ve had two weeks off. Before we broke up, our tutor had told us all the plans for the next couple of weeks, including when he come back, and days we have off.
Now, this is where I messed up. That night, I had dreamt that my tutor, had said something extra- that we would have the first Monday back, off, because of some training thing they had to do. This dream was so real, I had convinced myself it was, even telling and reminding my mum I had this day off for the entire Holiday.
So Monday comes around, and my mum doesn’t wake me up to get ready at 6 in the morning, and I sleep until 11 because I’m lazy, and after two hours of not checking my phone, which had texts from my mum telling me this, and my friend who is at college wondering where I am, I finally get a message from said friend, @rebeccabarna, wondering if I was okay. I see this, and think. “Oh, maybe she’s wondering how I am because I haven’t talked to her since last week”, and then she asked me why I wasn’t at college, in which I realised, I’d fucked up.
I asked her to apologise to our tutor for me, and I feel so bad, that I’ve wrote an actual full page letter trying to explain and apologise to her, hoping she won’t be mad.
I know that the whole “dreamt it happened” sounds crazy, but it has actually happened to my mum twice. One time she dreamt I’d asked her for cereal, and when she asked me the next day which type, I had to tell her I hadn’t asked her for cereal. The other time, was over a decade ago, when her mother died when I was four. She had dreamt that after she was cremated, my uncle had took the ashes, buried them in his garden, and that a flower bush had grown there, and was thriving because... you know... remains are good fertiliser. She believed this as fact for nearly a decade, before the morgue called her and asked “Hey we still have your mother’s ashes, do you want them?” and after being confused and talking to her brother, realised that she’d dreamt the whole thing, and it was so real, she believed it. I guess it runs in the family.
Anyway, sorry for ranting, I just wanted to explain why I hadn’t posted anything else yet, I was kind of having a meltdown over a minor slip up and apologising to everyone, but so far everyone just thinks it funny. I still feel awful though.
