ok, my random dream from last night.

i'm at my high school, still a student at my high school. we're all sitting at long tables in the gymnasium during what we discover is an assembly about new policy changes at the school. while i'm aware of the fact that i'm a student there, i'm at my present age, as are the other students. some people i haven't thought about in years are there, as well as some people i didn't know during high school.

the administration informs us that there is going to be a sweeping effort to improve the calibur of student at the school so, as a result, they are taking away our freedom to show creativity and individuality. no freedom of expression. no art, no music, no creative writing--strictly the rote math, english, history and science necessary to fulfil the new requirements the state has established. go to school, memorize the information in the textbooks, excel on tests. that's it.

the scary thing being that many of the students were prepared to blindly accept this. "it's what they need to do, so it's what we need to do," i hear. i, however, am outraged and stand up and protest the changes. "what do you people want of us?" i ask. "to blindly follow the paths you've selected for us without letting our interests, our passions, our dreams play any part in it? you're taking away our personalities, for christ's sake! this is absolutely absurd and we can't accept it!"

i hear a few people murmering their agreement, and the principal gives me a condescending smile and thanks me for my input before asking if anyone else has an opinon they'd like the share. she then calls on lars (who i knew was lars, but looked just like jason mraz--i know, random), who stands and says he agrees with me--that personalities are crucial to development and that taking away the arts takes away our lives--etc. etc.

finally, christina (a girl i actually went to high school with) comes over to me and whispers about how we should do something, so we plan a walkout for later in the afternoon, where we'll meet up at the skating rink just off school grounds and protest.

then i woke up.

???????

in other news, i keep seeing "sweet november" when i flip through the channels--and i love charlize theron's hair in it. which isn't good when one is fighting the urge to cut one's hair. i know i'm at least holding off until i go home after christmas--not only will it save me money (haircuts are so bloody expensive down here), but perhaps between now and then, i'll realize why i love having my hair so long (or something). so i'm going to spend some time looking at some hairstyles and figure out what, if anything, i want to do...