I woke up this morning feeling out of sorts. I had a dream where I was in a class,
And the teacher handed me my grade on a piece of paper. I saw a red F.
I felt confused and upset for we had taken no tests nor handed in any work.
I’d been working on a big project, and the due date had never been announced.
I approached the teacher, she shrugged, and said the grade could change.
There was no resolution at the end of my dream.
These days every letter has a number. I pondered the number six (6).
To me the number 6 represents the beast of mankind/womankind.
Though, I often thought men and women should have different numbers.
It was then that I realized that the number five (5), also known as E, was missing
From our standard grading system. A ‘D’ means you need improvement, and an ‘F’
Means failure. The E ( or 5) had escaped somewhere between the D and F.
It was not a recognized grade. I decided I wanted to be an E, and
Escape from this dream class. I laughed at this thought and was cheered.
I shook the dream off and labeled it not real.
My number obsession had me creating elaborate stories. The numbers needed stories
In order to have meaning for me. However, over time my stories changed, and certain
Numbers fell in and out of favor with me. The only certainty was change, and
The constant cycling, and switched associations.
My current favorite is 5. Now it symbolically means I can escape the judgement of a grade.
Possibly I could be a 516 or 111 or AAA.
As a teenager, my first paying job was working for Triple A (AAA).
I made trip-tiks for travelers.
movingforwardslowly 