The dream – the recurring one – is the one where I go back to school after my degree to do more A-levels, and have to wear the same school uniform and am older than everyone else, but because I also have to hold down my job as well, I’m hardly ever there and then the exams come around and I’m terrified that I’m going to fail. The interesting nuance in the night of trauma that I just experienced was that I was doing an A-level in a language & literature class in something like Ancient Aramaic (or even Greek – which I’m supposed to be able to read) with only one or two other people, and the person in charge of teaching me, and who was sitting in the exam room with us was Stefan Magdalinski, my boss at UpMyStreet.com. He was oddly inscrutable, like he knew what all the questions were. He kept smirking in a (mostly) kind way. Drove me insane…
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