I dreamed I was in college, preparing a "statement" (that foolproof method using the teachers to idiots and ensure that their students do not learn anything and be bored to death for two hours) on the evolution of language in primates. Photocopies the teacher gave us, yes, they were little mother, so I suffered with my work.
I suddenly realized two things. A: I was doing things right, or wrong for the UNAM, because it explained things and joke and updated information including that he had found elsewhere (for Internet), rather than enumerate concepts "summarized" in a "schema" nicely drawn with marker on a sheet of bond paper squares (pagüerpoint historical background ... a moment, I suspect still on the bond paper). And two, the copies were in English, or so, would that make my esquemita translated accurately because my classmates, victims of ridiculous classes chick-chicken secondary and high school level, had spent the rest of their lives too busy watching channel 2 (and then watching Channel 11 to "cover" their crime) and to learn a foreign language, and then my statement would be his only source of information to study for the test (the basis of their education).
And I get very angry. Just like old times.
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