I had the most bizarre dream last night. I’m currently in the midst of applying to graduate school, as I’ve often noted in my blog posts. I dreamt I was back in my hometown of Falls Church, VA, and that I discovered some last minute essay requirement for my applications that I had to write an essay on French early Impressionist Edouard Manet. This, of course, has absolutely nothing to do with the American History PhD programs to which I am apply. I went to the library and was able to find the only book they had on his work. BUT, the book was written in FRENCH! And, while I’ve studied French for many years, I haven’t used a bit of it since I graduated from college two years ago. So, I was so worried I was going to have a hard time deciphering the book and writing the essay on time for the application. Such a funny dream!