The only dreams I remember having this week:
I stayed up relatively late with my mother the night before my father has surgery watching the outcome of the Scottish referendum. I never had a stake in the outcome, though I think fear-mongering aside there was a general consensus independence would create a lot of necessary but inane work like figuring out new licenses and passports and currency that would probably be a guaranteed disaster for any new government, but watching the results trickle in, even knowing a no was probably the best outcome, I found myself getting heavily invested in every yes that came in and shouting things like “Come on Scotland! You can do it! JOIN US! We did it and it’s been WONDERFUL” at the tv.
I decided to look up all the professors I know at this college on rate my professors, and the Interpersonal Communications woman has the highest rating. wtf
When I missed my first day of class I emailed all my professors to explain why I could not attend and the only one to not reply was the professor for “Interpersonal Communications.” When I finally met her she thought she had emailed me back, and then claimed to have confused me with the other Alex in the class who had sent an email regarding something else that was then discussed in class (and also indirectly acknowledged she hadn’t replied to that Alex either).
On Monday I had to miss Interpersonal Communications and Brit lit to see my father in the hospital; my Brit lit professor emailed me back to offer a kind word and explain she completely understood why I could not attend.
I still haven’t received anything acknowledging my email from the Interpersonal Communications professor.