Restless dreams

I just could not get to sleep last night...

First: as all the gals in Stewart know, we had a "flood" last night in the hallway (possibly due to the air conditioner). The pool of water slowly crept down the hall, and then we heard a knock from a maintenance worker, "You might wanna put a towel down." Well, we did- towels and rugs and dirty clothes that we could find to try to block the water flow-but of course to no avail. Now, this was not a high pool of water, but it was dirty and with a brownish tint (from dirt, hopefully...) but it spread over the majority of our floor. I will say that the maintenance men were super nice, and did everything they could to fix the problem (coming by later to suck up and mop the standing water, apologizing for the inconvenience). Of course all of this involved loud electrical appliances, laughing and shrieking girls, and men's voices discussing the situation...so of course we did not get to sleep early (especially since we did a load of laundry of all of our sopping wet items). And just the other day Jess and I were discussing how glad we were to be on this side of the hallway, closest to the bathroom, the stairs, and the flood...but thank goodness it was our room (and Ruth's and Amy's) that got it, cuz no one "freaked out" annoyingly.

Second: I for some reason decided to look at the Humphrey's County Handbook right before I went to bed. Reading about the many laws, rules and regulations (involving conduct, absenteeism, tardies, parent-teacher conferences) made me uneasy to think of the awesome responsibility I will be taking on in the fall. I think being so involved with student teaching has made me temporarily forget what I will actually be doing in the fall...and this (which is good of course) brought me back to the reality of the situation.

Third: I kept thinking about the lesson plan I would do Friday. For some reason in that state of almost-sleep, it seemed extremely pertinent...but I did think of some good ideas (anyone have an extra measuring tape?)

Last night I remember dreaming about my brother, Aaron. In the dream, he had showed up in Oxford unexpectedly (along with some cats and frogs, don't ask...dreams don't always make sense), and I was just so happy to see him, we hugged and I walked with him arm in arm (something I admit we never do ) I never realized how much of a profound influence he has been on me until college...and I am just so proud and it makes me feel good to think and talk about him. He is at SCAD now (Savannah College of Art and Design) in grad film school, and is working on his thesis (a film), and helping many friends with their theses. He is an amazing, kind, creative, intelligent, and very sensitive human being (as in he is very sensitive to others, can read them, can feel them...). He wants to write and direct films...not to make oodles of money or for fame, but to give back, to do something for this world, because for him "film is the most powerful art form." Really, if I needed help with homework, I preferred him over my parents, because he always knew the material, but more importantly, he was patient, encouraging, and honestly interested in helping me. He would make a phenomenal teacher... Okay enough of sentimental thoughts...