Things you receive in the mail reall can mess with your head…I had a very strange dream the other night, and I blame it on some mail I received a few days ago. The letter was a status update from CIT, which regular readers would know I stopped attending a few months ago, what I didn’t make public at the time is that I never officially unenrolled, a decision I made on principle.
I stopped attending CIT due to a number of factors including health, a high intensity course being condensed into an even higher intensity course and, of course, full-time employment (when the opportunity presents itself…). I discovered that, despite the fact that I had not finished courses, or even had a great attendance record (factors above), officially unenrolling would not allow me to recover any of my course fees, but would result in a decent lump of tedious paperwork…effectively I was not going to gain anything by officially unenrolling, and it would take time and effort away from other things which were starting to fall in to place.
The upshot of all of this is that my course fees are still hard at work maintaining my CIT attendance record and generating the occasional interim report (the document I received in the mail a few days ago).
Anyway, not long after receiving the letter, I had a dream where I was walking down a corridor which looked similar to a corridor at work, I opened a door and walked through, only to find myself in my Requirements Analysis lecture room (I’m still officially enrolled, so it’s my room) where everybody was preparing for the final exam. Realising that I had missed weeks of classes I went into a panic…and then the dream ended.
The thing I really miss about CIT is Cafe Yala…but I’m very happy working, and I can quite easily and happily do without the annoying sound of FM 104.7 breakfast which I was subjected to on many ocasions. No wonder I always sat outside with my radio at that Cafe…much better with the fresh air and 2CC…it was always good in the middle of the morning to talk outside with a coffee, sit down, and listen to Lawsie.
Hmmm, I think I digress, or perhaps I’m reminiscing, either way, this has almost no relevance to the dream, so I’ll stop.