Dreaming in Digital

I attended a class for some kind of social learning. It was intergalactic and all ages. It was also like kindergarten. I was handed a note from one of my peers, and after reading it, I ran to my teacher to sort the problem. The teacher called Dexter, the one who wrote the note to chat with him outside the classroom and with me present. The letter he wrote me was saying I should return to the kitchen because that's where I belonged, and other old fashioned thinking. I was hurt and angry when I read it. In Dexter's defense, he said that's what it was like on Mars for women, but the teacher was telling him it was wrong.