At a loss in a bistro

I was teaching an 11:00 class, my first class of the semester, and I opened with an Ira Gershwin lyric for students to read and talk about. It was the hokiest kind of start, along the lines of what used to be called a rap session, and the Gershwin lyric faded from view as the students shared their thoughts about whatever.

When the class ended, I walked to my usual bistro for lunch, where I was warmly welcomed. But as soon as I got there I realized that I didn’t know when my next class was to begin. At noon? Later? I tried to find the semester course schedule on my phone — no luck. So I decided that I should just get back to campus as soon as I could to figure out what I was supposed to do.

This is the thirty-second teaching dream I’ve had since retiring in 2015. In only two of them has nothing gone wrong.

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[“Only fools and children talk about their dreams”: Dr. Edward Jeffreys (Robert Douglas), in Thunder on the Hill (dir. Douglas Sirk, 1951). See also Thomas Nashe. No bistros in my teaching career, not a one.]