Sunday, May 10, 2026

Off to College, Again

In one of my latest dreams, I was a 79-year-old freshman heading into U-C, Santa Barbara. Nobody in the dream seemed to think that was strange, although everybody else was around 20.

As I navigated my way through an unending range of options to find a major, I (unsurprisingly) picked journalism.

But when I filled out the form listing my experience, so they could place me at the proper level, the administrators suggested it would be better for me to be a teacher than a student.

So I decided to look for another major, something where I would be less qualified. It turned out there was an aerial broadcast unit, so I met with the faculty head for that.

He was also an older gentleman, hard of hearing, who told me to write down my cellphone number so he could call me when their flying gadget was ready.

I tried to write down my number but I got stuck, not quite getting it right. Finally, after trying over and over I did, and just as that happened I woke up. 

Back in reality, although I have no plans to re-enter college myself, my two oldest grandsons — James and Luca — head off to college later this year.

James will enter U-C, Davis, and Luca, U-C, Santa Cruz.

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