One more “paper” to grade: a handwritten transcript of Saint-John Perse’s poem Anabase (1924). Did the student transcribe the French original, or T. S. Eliot’s 1930 translation? And what was he or she thinking? And how was I supposed to evaluate this effort? Beats me. I woke up.
This is the eighth teaching-related dream I’ve had since retiring. The others: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7.
[Perhaps the student was in one of Kenneth Goldsmith’s classes.]
Saturday, March 18, 2017
Up late again
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At least there is a physical object in your dream. I just dream about the work environment, unless it's family, which I like.
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