Falling Back

I woke up about 15 minutes ago thinking it was 10:30 and started scrambling to get out the door for Mass. A moment later, I noticed that my phone said 9:30 and remembered about Daylight Savings Time. From the perspective of someone who wakes up first, then realizes it’s DST, it feels more like an extra hour of waking than an extra hour of sleep. With my extra hour, I’m writing this post to reflect on the other way I “fell back” in time last night. I had a little PalmPilot back in high school, nothing too fancy, but it was good for schedules and contact info, playing little games, and reading/writing documents. Last night, I dreamed that the old device surfaced in my house and my mom decided she’d like to use it. Throughout the dream, she and my dad would suddenly corner me and demand explanations for various little notes and files that she’d found on it. Some of them were messages from my friends, which I tried to explain to my parents, but they refused to believe me and remained angry even after I’d convinced them the words weren’t mine. They refused to put these minor wrongs into context and realize that hollering at a grown adult for something that happened almost a decade ago was cruel and unnecessary. As the situation worsened, I began dreading more and more that they would find it. In true dreamlike fashion, I couldn’t clearly remember what it was, but I knew it was written in a flurry of teenage angst and that even years later, they would never understand it and never forgive me for it. I tried telling my mom that I wanted to use the PalmPilot myself, but she said no. I tried asserting my right to privacy, but that just made them more suspicious that there were old mistakes of mine they hadn’t found. The dream crumbled before my parents found it, so I was spared a final confrontation, but I woke with a sense of frustration and dread lingering in my system like a hangover. The worst part of the dream was that, while it was clearly set in the present, my emotional reactions and my perception of my parents were skewed with teenage drama. OMG it was like, so unfair! Why didn’t they understand me? Falling back in time like that was rather unpleasant for me, since I’ve come to understand their intentions and my own mistakes much better in the intervening years. High school was a rocky time for me, a time of wrestling with my faith and with that perverted egotism that claims “I’m so terrible and broken that I’m totally unique and nobody could ever understand me.” Facing that past calmly and privately has been therapeutic for me, but facing it under unsympathetic scrutiny would truly be a nightmare.

From what I can tell, there are two little morals to my dream:
1) Thank God for the sacraments! Without confession, every old, shameful mistake would still be on our records and this nightmarish experience of accounting for them all would face us when we die.
2) Teenagers are a different species. If you are a teenager, cut your parents some slack- it’s not their fault they don’t understand you. And if you have or work with teenagers, try walking a mile in your own teenage shoes before you decide how to address their problems. That’s advice I can really use, since I’m teaching mostly sophomores right now.

Oh, and one more little moral… if you woke up with an extra hour today, use it to do something good! Happy DST everyone 🙂

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About Cherie

I graduated from our alma mater once in 2009 and will be graduating again with a master’s this winter. I’ve worked my way through more majors than I care to explain, but my two biggest academic passions are education and science. I’ll probably post about each on occasion, though I’m hoping to focus on the spiritual side of things. I grew up rooted in the Catholic beliefs and traditions of an old-fashioned, over-sized Italian family, and came into my own understanding of God through charismatic prayer in my teens. I’m not as confidently Catholic lately as I used to be, so this blog will reflect my struggles and (God willing) successes in searching for a deeper, more adult understanding of my lifelong Faith.

Posted on November 6, 2011, in Uncategorized. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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