September 21, 2001

Dream a Little Dream

By MICHAEL BERUBE

It's the class of my dreams. We're just beginning a new semester; I'm going over the syllabus, term papers, midterm, final, and so on when, suddenly, a secretary pops her head in the door to say that the class has been moved to a different building, effective immediately. Puzzled, my students and I gather our bags and belongings and begin the hike to Zzyzzych 304, a room in a building none of us has ever heard of. It's about a 20-minute walk, and, before long, almost half the students

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