I am at my school, in my sociology classroom. It is the last day of school, and Ms. Mackenzie is returning some assignments. I am given one written in red pen, with a mark of 17/33; however, it is not my writing. When I point this out, Katie looks at it and admits that it is her writing. Then I find mine, which is a 22.5/33. I am horrified at the horrible mark and want to ask Ms. Mackenziewhether this is already in the mark printout she gave us or if this will make mine drop.
For some reason, I walk out of the classroom, heading for the washroom. On my way, I pass the boys' washroom, then a "mixed" washroom. I am about to open up the girls when I blink and return to the "mixed" washroom.
"This is strange," I think. And then it clicks. I must be dreaming. I concentrate on trying to change what will be behind the door, but I don't succeed, as i end up in sort of a washroom-like room. I have a brief glimpse of flying for a few moments, but I don't remember when.
(Some other stuff happens afterward, but I do not remember what it is.)
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