My back to school anxiety kicked off last night with the first of what I'm sure will be many school nightmares. You know the kind. You'd have to be a robot not to be worried about something enough to let it creep into your unconsciousness. And I don't need Sigmund Freud to tell me what they mean either. Aside from the first dream where half my class mysteriously went missing right at dismissal time, my dreams tend to focus on the theme of being unprepared. I get ready to call everyone over to the carpet only to find a big blank spot where the rug used to be and no rug in sight. I go to teach a math lesson and all my math materials have vanished. I welcome kids into my room expecting a great day and realize I have nothing planned for them. Chaos ensues. Also, no one follows any directions in my dreams, either carefully modeled or barked. Then, because I suck so much at my job, the school sends in 15 people with clipboards to tut-tut at me as I loose all control of a class of at least 50 children. Like I said, I don't need a psychiatrist to tell me what it means.... It means I won't get a good night's sleep until October.