You walk into class, and you forgot . . . today is the final exam (and you're in your underwear)

Just before I hit the hay . . . via The Endless Faculty Meeting (fabulous blog title, aint it), a great story from the Times, about a common dream of study-failure and its psychological roots. It's funny, I had a couple restless nights last week, as I do at the start of every semester. Adrenaline and 2,000 things to do can keep the midnight oil burning longer than it should.