And had a dream.
I dreamed that I was a third grader in a third grade class, except everybody was college aged.
The teacher gave us an in-class assignment, instructing that we had to draw our personalities.
As she said this, she began drawing furries on the dry-erase board, further instructing us that *this* is how you draw one might draw ones own personality.
Well, the class got to it, and people drew their personalities.
A while later, I looked at the board, and her drawings had become strange. I wait for her to finish each drawing, and then I ask her what she drew.
The first two times she replies: "Ursa. Infested Terran."
She draws a super funky third one which spans two boards. I ask her what it is, and she gets ultra defensive.
I herpaderp and defend myself saying that I was just curious, and she gets even more angry: "[Stop making fun of my drawing!]" That kinda stuff.
Her drawings were actually really good, and eventually I get it out of her that it's a defiler, but at that point she's really butthurt, and she says that she's changing the in-class assignment to an out of class assignment. We're all to do a 3 page report on what our personalities might look like.
The class moans and groans and everyone is mad at me.
I remember feeling really useless when I woke up.
