Indeed.

Apparently one of the classrooms I'm teaching in next semester doesn't exist. I went to look for it today, since I'd never been in the building before, and I did not find the number I'm assigned to. I did find [number]A, though. It was written in pencil. On a PostIt note stuck to the door.

This does not fill me with confidence.

If this is in fact my classroom, it means I'm going to be teaching in the ROTC area. Which is in an athletics center. Where I will be teaching English.

...I don't even know. This campus has baffled me since I got here. At least my other class is in the humanities building.

Fic: "The Little Dreams We Dream (Are All We Can Really Do)" [B5, Ivanova/Garibaldi]

So, uh, I was not planning on a sequel to "Closet Idealism," and then one day a couple of scenes appeared in my head, and the people in them told me in no uncertain terms that actually, I was going to be writing a sequel, thank you very much. Susan is kind of scary when she doesn't get her way, you know?

Title: The Little Dreams We Dream (Are All We Can Really Do)
Author: icepixie
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 9,089
Summary: Susan hasn't been as careful with her heart as she should've been. AU. Ivanova/Garibaldi. Angsty, but I do promise that the epigraph is pertinent. Sequel to "Closet Idealism."
Timeline/Spoilers: This is significantly less canon-adherent than its predecessor--I compressed and reordered a few events to suit my needs, and completely changed others--but still spoils all of season four and one or two things about the first few episodes of season five.
Note: One scene in particular, as well as a few scattered lines of narration, owes a debt of gratitude to mylittleredgirl's "Dead Souls," which you should totally go read, because it's amazing.

( It has been seventeen days since her life took the express transport to hell. )