Math is the worst. It's with Mrs. Lapp, the Algebra 2 teacher, and I realize how much I've missed. In fact, I know that there is no possible way for me to catch up. It's too much. I start finding ways to get out of math class (student council, band, etc) so that I don't have to sit through classes that I don't understand because math is progressive. I missed those two weeks, so now I can't keep up with the material. It's just too much.
And I know I'm ruining my future. I'm going to flunk math. No college will want me. I'm making a fully informed decision to fail. But I feel I have no other choice.
As a variation on a theme, I sometimes have basically the same dream, but with seminary.
With either scenario I wake feeling hopeless.