Hmmm... That was both a novel by Walker Percy and a song by the Police.
Why is it that ( some ) college experiences turn out to be so intensely memorable? I still have dreams, you know, where I find myself back at Harvard; usually, the scenery is quite devoid of people although quite often I am looking for someone.
( Looking for myself, I have to think, for I misplaced myself back then in a fit of absentmindedness and I haven't seen him since. ) Often - of course, for dreams of this sort are allegedly as common as dreams about losing teeth - I find myself sitting for an examination for which I have not studied. Hmmm... sometimes I even find myself back in high school, which usually ends in a shouting match of "I have a PhD, why should I waste my time in high school again?" Good question, that.
