The Best of Times, the Worst of Times

Osa englanninkurssilla tekemääni portfoliota. Tehtävänä oli kirjoittaa teksti, jossa oppilas herää tunnilla ja huomaa siirtyneensä ajassa taaksepäin.

    “Thomas! You’re sleeping again, aren’t you?” my teacher said indignantly as if it wasn’t the first time for her to catch me dozing. “I am sick and tired of waking you up.”
As I raised my head I noticed that she wasn’t dressed in her ordinary clothes. She was wearing an old-fashioned linen skirt and a dowdy blouse with gathered sleeves. She looked just like a teacher you could have seen in the 50’s and I wondered if she was going to a costume party.
    “Come on, relax! I couldn’t stand this boredom without taking a nap”, I said and yawned exaggeratingly. “By the way, it’s a nice fancy dress you’re wearing!”
I heard everyone in the class room gasp.
    “You should show some respect, young man!” the teacher yelled looking daggers at me. Before I could apologise she slammed her pointer on my fingers. I cried of pain. I was so surprised by the teacher’s behaviour.
    First considered heading straight for the headmaster’s office and explaining him the whole course of events, but then I noticed my classmates. They weren’t normal either. Their clothes were as out-of-date as the teacher’s.
    I let my eyes wander around in the class room. I felt my heart pounding in my chest. Nothing was like before. The walls were different colour, somebody had taken away all the posters and the computer had disappeared. This wasn’t the 21^st century. I had somehow travelled back in time! When it all struck me I just ran out of the class room in horror.
    “Is everything OK?” I heard my teacher ask. “I thought you’re having an attack!”
    I realised that it had all just been my dream. I looked around to make sure that everything was back to normal and sighed of relief.