This dream was so adorable, I just had to post it again! This version has been updated so it makes more sense.
At the start of the dream I was a student in Secondary School at morning assembly in the main hall. The principal was spewing out the usual repetitive announcements; his monotone voice would put anyone to sleep. Looking around the hall, trying to stay awake I notice some old, childish posters peeking out from below the layers of event and club posters that had piled up over the years. The faded and worn poster paper seemed so familiar.
And so the flashback begins!
Flashback to primary school when I was seven years old. Back then there was still only one class per year. The aged single storey building was cold and breezy. The uncomfortable wooden chairs got bigger and changed colour for each year (Basically, the seats start out really small for 4-5 year olds, bigger for bigger kids aged 6-7 and so on). Looking back now as a teenager, the school wasn’t that strict but things were different through the eyes of an innocent and clueless seven-year-old.
When my friend got sent to detention for a silly reason I thought it was really unfair. I don’t know the exact reason but let’s say for wearing the PE uniform on the wrong day. Especially since, back then, the detention room felt like a prison; it was a room situated at the very back of the school. A colourless room, where no pictures or posters decorated the walls, nor could a speck of dirt be seen. The silent room was truly intimidating for a small child. An hour of detention in silence under the watchful eye of the fearful deputy principal was one of the scariest things a child could experience in primary school.
From that day on, my friend wore the correct uniform everyday, avoided eye-contact with the authoritative teachers and never spoke out of turn. For the whole week, (which felt like month’s to a child) I hardly saw her smile in school, even at break time. Even though I didn’t know what happened during detention, it must have been truly horrifying for her to become so wary. Feeling she didn’t deserve to be punished so harshly for one mistake, I decided to take a stand. Why should the students have to follow the rules the teachers don’t follow themselves? Using my safety scissors, glue stick and poster paper I clumsily made petition-like posters and stuck them up around the school and PE hall as high as my little arms could reach.
For the next week I became a self-proclaimed enforcer! If teachers ate before lunch-time, I would object that it was against school rules. If a teacher was late to class, I would give them a red sticker on a performance sheet drawn using crayons. If we had to put our chairs on the table at the end of the day, so did the teacher.
All the junior students liked my posters and even the teachers seemed to enjoy my rebelling against the justice of the school rules. For a few days, my teacher even put her chair on her desk at home-time. After a few days, my friend returned to her normal self. So, there was no need for me to carry on as an enforcer. Ah children! They change their minds so easily!
Back to the present:
Just as the first bell rang, the principal finished his morning announcements. I follow my peers shuffling out the side exit with a big grin on my face. My best friend asked ‘What are you so happy about?’ (The same friend from primary school).
‘Oh nothing, just remembered something funny’
– Dedicated Dreamer