Dreaming of Data Sheets and Ms. Serensky

I wake up late and rush to get to school, nothing out of the ordinary due to my love of the snooze button.  I hustle to my first period class, economics, getting to my desk just before the bell rings.  As I situate myself and look around I surprisingly do not see friendly Mr. Serluco standing in the corner asking the class to stand for the pledge, as he normally does.  So I sit and wait.  For some odd reason the class only consists of me and five other students but I think nothing of it.  We sit and continue to wait.  I conclude that Mr. Serluco must feel sick this morning and the sub must not know which classroom to go to.  However, shortly after this thought crossed my mind none other than Ms. Serensky busts the door open.  She walks into the room and informs us Mr. Serluco will not be joining us this morning or any other mornings from now on.  The students and I look at each other puzzled and perplexed.  What happened to our beloved Mr. Serluco?  Ms. Serensky never clears up the confusion for us.  She proceeds to explain mockingly that she made some changes in his lesson plans.  Grabbing the chalk she writes “data sheet” on the board.  I read the board and begin crying.  I can not believe that I need to complete data sheets in two classes now.  Ms. Serensky looks over, sees me crying and walks over to me.  My face turns red and I anticipate her to yell at me, however, she kindly pats my back and asks me to move my desk next to hers.  I do as she commands.  She makes the rest of the class do a worksheet and then approaches my desk.  She whispers that I need to complete the data sheet and places an apple on my desk.  She then sits down at her desk and grades papers like she resolved everything.  I sit in bewilderment looking at her and then the rest of the class.  As I sit next to her she informs me that she got a locker next to mine and parked her car next to mine this morning.  She even casually asked me to hang out on Friday.  It seemed as if she desperately wanted to become my friend.  The dream abruptly ended during the course of her kindness and I woke up baffled.  I felt stressed about the data sheet and pleasantly surprised about her attempts to become my friend.