About once a month, I have the same nightmare.
The details change, but the heart-stopping terror is always the same.
It goes a little something like this...
I wake up late and rush to class, only to realize I forgot to put on pants.
I turn to run out just as the professor calls me up to give a giant presentation that I completely forgot to put together.
And the thing is, I always wake up far more mortified over my lack of preparation than my lack of pants.
I think there might be something seriously wrong with me.
Sometimes the dream involves a forgotten final, an unfinished paper or a hard drive being wiped clean.
It does a number on the psyche.
Tonight, for a few hours, I assumed the role of university student once again, this time fully awake.
Several of Reece's professors offered to teach a few classes for the MBA spouses -- giving us a taste of what our husbands/wives do all day (besides playing foosball in the lounge).
I've been pretty jazzed about the whole thing since I signed up over a week ago.
I had every intention to memorize the cases we were asked to study beforehand, so that if I were to become the victim of the dreaded "cold call," I could stun those PhDs with my wit, intelligence and charm.
Yeah, ten minutes before I had to leave, I realized I hadn't even opened the email that contained said cases.
A lot can happen in a week.
I'm not kidding when I say the panic that always awaits me the moment I wake up from my recurring nightmare hit me like a school bus, and I nearly hyperventilated.
Reece had to remind me about a dozen times that I was going to be fine, that this was just for fun and that I needed to get a freakin' grip.
Turns out he was right.
I was fine.
I called upon my BS skills (honed to perfection as an undergrad) to avoid any major catastrophe when called upon.
And I even remembered to wear pants.
I actually quite enjoyed myself.
I've said it before, and I'm about to say it again:
I'm so incredibly grateful that Reece gets to do what he's doing -- working with some of the best and the brightest people in the world and learning phenomenal life lessons along the way.
I am glad I get to be a part of it too.
But I'm really, really glad I don't have to be the one in class every day, because I think all my hair would fall out.
He's a lot better at handling stress than I am, and he prefers to go pantsless anyway...