My first year of college, I dreamed that I was back in 8th grade, just totally rocking a geography quiz game. My friends and I were standing in front of a giant map that was a the back of the room, and every country my teacher named, I pointed out with ease. “How do you do that?” one of my friends asked me, eyes wide and tone reverent.
“I dunno,” I replied. “I just do. It’s like the information is just there in my head. For example, I know that Mozambique–” I pointed to the map, “is right there.” When I woke up, I was completely flummoxed. Partly because I was having a dream about 8th grade as an 18-year-old, but mostly because I am pretty bad at geography. [Read more…]