chess club

Wednesday afternoons, after school, I teach chess to 3rd & 4th graders. It's usually pretty fun, although they like to get right into the game rather than listen to tactics and, oh, the rules.

Yesterday was fun, but something must have stressed me, because I had a dream last night that was disturbing. I guess this blog will be a dream journal now. I was meeting my chess students at a public place where we could eat and play chess. I arrived first, but the receptionist insulted me so I left. The next day I went to school and the principal found out I had left, and the "bus" with the kids got there and I wasn't there. They were left unattended in the restaurant and getting back on the bus, something happened to one of the kids (I don't know what that was). So parents wrote notes to the principal and I was getting in trouble. One of the other teachers tried to stick up for me, but the principal wasn't having that. So I got in trouble. That's all I remember, but I had that relieved feeling again this morning as I ate my oatmeal: "It was just a dream." And I laughed.