Underwear at the SATs: Living The Dream
I’m having that anxiety dream again. I’ve shown up two hours late for the SATs. I’m in my underwear and no one notices. I am panicked and humiliated. I chastise myself for not being prepared and I know that the mistake will ruin my life.
This time, though, I am not asleep. I am living the dream.
It is starting to sink in that in four days I will be in Buenos Aires.
I watched a movie in Spanish last night and I only understood a few words. I have been so busy getting this blog in good shape and attending to all my errands and arrangements, that I haven’t had enough time for studying the traveler’s Spanish I’ll need for el aeropuerto or for el restaurante. I didn’t make time for the Borges I was going to read.
There are still piles of paper all over the apartment that need attention. Dust bunnies multiply and hop as I walk by.
They give you a 200 just for showing up for the SAT.
I’ll be wearing my underwear in public. But, it’ll be beneath my clothes.
Still, it as if the world can see. It can see.
Yet, like in the dream, everyone will be so busy that no one may notice.