I don't recall dreaming about school that often. However, this dream seemed separate from any recurring theme or motif.

In this dream, I was attending a prestigious English course. To my surprise, the teacher announced a vocab quiz. For each word, we had to remember its “run time” as a grade. For example, the word “apocryphal” had a “run time” of C– (remember dreams don't have to make sense).

I had not studied for the quiz, so I had no idea of the run times of the words. Did “zoological” have a run time of B+ or B (the answer, of course, A-)? Stuck shooting in the dark, I didn't even get to put down enough answers.

After the quiz, my classmate revealed the teacher was considering kicking out the lowest-performing student, probably me. I asked my classmate why they had taken the course. They responded, almost offended, that this prestigious course would lead to prestigious opportunities in the world of English literature. “You could get into X, or do Y, like famous person Z!”

Realizing I personally didn't care about the world of English literature, I marched up to the teacher and cussed them out. “If this course involves enduring such stupidity, suffering such nonsense, wading through such BS, I'll gladly dEmOTe myself to the regular English track.”

And then I woke up. I can't tell you what happens after that; the diegesis doesn't really matter. After recontextualizing myself into the waking world, I thought about all the BS I had dragged myself through because I thought I should.