SUBS
Fifth grade. Copley, Ohio.

Sometimes it's the really inane dreams that freak you out.

At that age, even a simple dream about having substitute teachers can seem a little weird. In the dream I've got a substitute bus driver. I get to school, and there's a substitute gym teacher too. Finally I get to my classroom, and there's a sub there too.

Strange, but you know how you can't shake that kind of thing sometimes. Particularly when the bus arrives at the bus stop the next morning, and there is a sub driving it. And when you get to school and walk past the gym -- and see the substitute gym teacher there. You find yourself nearly sprinting to the classroom and bursting through the door...

... where your regular teacher quickly turns and looks at you like you're insane.

Which, clearly, you are.