I used to wake up at school in various stages of undress. That was my recurring nightmare at least. I’d be in bed, just my bed would be in the classroom. The teacher would be talking to me, asking me which president signed the Louisiana Purchase or if I could recite the Pythagorean Theorem, and I’d try to get to the answer with everyone looking at me. Each kid was in his assigned desk turned to me with ready eyes, except in the place of my desk would be my bed, same placement as always, and I would pull the covers up to my chin, look for exit strategies and say, “Jefferson?”
