If this is a dream, I want my money back


In 48 hours, I will be riding with my friend Gabby and her parents en route to Chicago before flying out of O’Hare on our flight to Dublin.  I’m honestly not sure how to feel about going overseas.

My spring semester ended later than everybody else’s, at 5:30 a.m. this past Saturday morning after spending the night in GCC 205 to complete a group project.  I admit to not even working on it the whole time, as I took an hour and fell asleep on the floor while several others completed various tasks.

Even though I wasn’t sure I’d have a grade yet when I drove home, I knew when I was getting closer to my house around 6 a.m. that my semester would be over soon because Alice Cooper’s classic, “School’s Out for Summer,” came on.  Though fatigued, I couldn’t turn the volume knob to the right fast enough.  It was a poetic end to the semester from hell.

But it still didn’t ring true entirely, since I’m technically taking two summer courses – ENG 300 in Dublin and THE 131 online in Summer II.

I don’t think the reality of the situation has hit yet.  I don’t like to think of abstract ideas.  I want to be able to see something happen, really witness a change.  I’ve only been on an airplane once, only been separated from my family once, and usually the only time I cross a body of water is when I need soar across the Illinois River to drive to Peoria.  Based on that, it’s hard to believe that all this is happening.

Like all things, I’m not too worried about this adventure.  I don’t fear for my safety nor do I fret about the plumes of ash rising out of that volcano in Iceland.  At this point, my biggest concern is packing two weeks’ worth of my life into a suitcase and a carry-on.

If this is some kind of dream, though, I would really like my money back.

By Adam Bockler

Adam Bockler is a B2B marketing professional, a black belt martial arts instructor, DDP Yoga instructor, and a personal trainer.