I woke up early this morning from a dream in which I was being forced to walk home from my first day of law school in bare feet in the middle of January. Law school was at my high school and I was walking to my parents’ house (a 40+ minute walk away) and it was dark and the sidewalks were icy. I had worn boots and socks TO school, but I had left them in my locker, and I didn’t want to go back because I had overheard the dean of the law school (played by Rene Auberjonois in my dream) make a bit speech to one of the other professors (played by an awful boss I had earlier in my real-life career) about how all first year law school students are sissies, and I didn’t want him to think I was a sissy.
The most upsetting part of the dream was not, however, the cold walk home, but rather how all of the professors spent most of each class fawning over one of my fellow students, a young man who confessed in the first hour that he was only in law school to learn enough to eventually become a well-respected and powerful judge and systematically take away the rights of women and other minorities. I’m not entirely sure why all of the professors were so excited to have him in their classes, but I expect it might have something to do with the fact that, if nothing else, he was demonstrating a rather impressive amount of commitment to the success of what can only be described as a long-range plan.