It's just a dream. Doesn't mean a thing... right?

I had this dream last night that I was sitting in the principal's office, drinking. I was getting loaded before I taught class. I was justifying this in my mind, calling it my "medicine". Every beer bottle I finished, I placed the empty bottle solidly in Mr. S's wastebasket, and gave him a steady, defiant gaze. He said nothing. I thought, I wonder if I'll get fired? And then I opened another. All the while, I was keeping my eye on the clock, waiting for 12:03, when fifth period starts.

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