In the manner of Mom

The other day I was trying to get to my classroom to teach music history, and I was running a little bit late. I kept trying to get to the right floor, but the elevator was being really strange. Half of it would go up, and half would stay down. Then I realized I left my laptop on the first floor. When I got down to the first floor, I realized I left my graded papers on the second floor, and I was trying to get to the third floor. The elevator was not working for me so I try taking the stairs, but I ended up in the basement with this guy that wanted to show me all of these interesting knick knacks that I didn’t have time for. The stairs were a huge marble staircase, which was not supposed to be there. Then I realized I was in the wrong building! I was in the Hinckley, so I had to walk down to the Taylor. By the time I got there I was already 30 minutes late, and I was wearing jeans and a t-shirt. How could I forget to put work clothes on?! Then I realized I didn’t even teach in the Taylor, I teach in the Snow. ARGHH!!!!! . . . . . . .Then I woke up.