The other night I had the weirdest dream:
Dr. Julie H. from the History Department and I were team teaching a class. It was the first day of class, and the room was full. As we stood up to welcome the group, she made an announcement that was news even to me. "I've decided," she said, " that the male students will stay in here and we'll teach them. The female students will go into the next room and quilt." Yes, you read that right. Quilt.
I tried not to let my mouth fall open as I thought, "How in the world do I handle this? I can't let this happen, but I can't confront her right in front of the students!"
Lucky for me, I woke up. This one's ripe for analysis.