(You were warned).
Every once in a while I have a nightmare that I am still in high school. It’s always the same. Finals are coming and I have skipped far too many of Mr. Willie’s Bio 12 classes and, despite the awkward puberty books we had to read as children, I have no idea where babies come from.
I’m sure there is some deeper meaning to this dream. A modern dream interpreter would probably tell me I have confidence issues. Freud would say I’m in love with my Mother.
I think I just wanted an excuse to post this picture: