A young adult, I was in school with many other students. The setting was a modern classroom. Multiple old-fashioned black boards were spread across the front.

I knew the teacher. Short, with a dark-haired bob, she was an English and Literature teacher. Today she was teaching us math.

I was a little taken back by that but adapted and adjusted. Explaining that she wanted us to do a math progression to project when a certain event will take place. Instructing us to listen to what she was telling us, she ordered us to the blackboards.

Most others were working in teams but I was working alone. I became a little confused by what she was saying and copied it wrong. Yet, while working, I began understanding what she meant.

At that point, another came over and told me he was going to watch me work because he was certain I would figure out because “I was smart.”

I then moved over to another team’s blackboard. They’d copied the information but I saw it was wrong and began correcting their mistakes so that it would make sense. Then I took over another black board and erased part of their work.

Returning to my own blackboard, I began writing down variables. The teacher began repeating them and reinforced what we were supposed to be solving for.

Dream end