Surprisingly, I'm going back to school

I've been having this recurring nightmare lately. In it, my old high school has been auditing their files and realize that my diploma was a mistake. Which, in turn, means my college degree is invalid, which means I lose my job, all because there was actually one math class I never took. And in the dream, I've got to go back to school -- one with teenagers and buses and tardy marks -- to finish it off, which, as an adult now, is completely humiliating!

Lo and behold: I get an email today from my erstwhile advisor over at the Harvard Extension School, wondering if I'm taking a course this semester or if I've "thrown in the towel" on finishing my master's degree.

Which is funny, because except for my thesis, I was completely sure I was done with all the course work.

So I come home, blow the dust off of the paperwork they sent me a few years ago now, and sure enough, I'm 4 credits (one class) shorter of where I thought I was.

As it turns out, I'm excited about the idea of learning something new. I don't know what I'll be taking yet, but I've been in an intellectual rut excepting work and poker (which is really just work too). Of course, I have to scrape together about 2 grand by Sunday, which is less exciting but doable.

It's kind of surreal, though. I assumed my subconscious was just making a statement about my poor math skills, but it has really been trying to tell me something more important this whole time!