Glieuaeiel's DJ

High School Visit

I've decided to visit my old high school. I drive the Pathfinder to school and try to find a parking spot. There are a lot of empty ones, because I got there probably half an hour early and no one's there yet, because high school students are all procrastinators. I have some trouble lining up the car to get it in one of the diagonal parking places. Plus, some of the spots have colorful chalk markings on them with someone's name, seeming to say that the spot is reserved. Perhaps I shouldn't have tried to park in the senior lot.

I go to class. The first one is math class, with the teacher who used to organize math competitions. He has trouble getting everyone to quiet down when class starts. It's a bit of a shock to me until I remember that in high school, you don't tend to understand just how much of a privilege an education is. Eventually my grandma (who is now the teacher) gives up and starts washing dishes instead. I notice that we're in her house, since she's teaching from home. The students disperse.

Frags:

• something about a random outcome based on how twisted my clothes got (my t-shirt kept getting twisted around me IRL, which probably spurred that dream