I was constructing cereal boxes with images of Imperial Japanese propaganda with someone else. I was then falsely accused of something that I do not remember.

I was on the school bus and it felt like we weren’t going to see each other for a while. Our school newspaper had a special edition for its final print of the year. The girl sitting next to me wanted to read it so I gave her my copy. When she left the bus, her belongings were still left behind.

It seems like a serial killer was on the loose in Taipei. Apparently this one was especially notorious for gutting his victims and leaving their remains all over the streets. I was walking down one such street with my parents at night and caught a glimpse of a dead man with his intestines spilling out over a pile of rubble.

“Use the Internet. But use it differently.” The principal was speaking to me privately in the gym. He went on to talk about how people are relying on the Internet too much for instant gratification and are missing the real potential of such a great resource. “Don’t kill yourself on it like everyone else is doing,” he added. “And don’t give its owners a hard time,” a nearby janitor chimed in.

We were in the tea area of the hotel and my friend was rather restless. It was unlike him but he seemed really keen on going to a gym to work out. As I stared out across the harbor, he was running all over the place and apparently causing a lot of trouble for the other guests in the area.

It was the last day of psychology class. 3:05. Another 30 minutes and we’ll be free. The room was dark and illuminated only by the glow of everyone’s laptop screens. It was pouring outside as I sat next to the window. I got out of my chair, thinking to myself that I should probably go to the bathroom. I nearly tripped on a bundle of power cords on my way out.

My room was a mess and I was already running late. What’s worse is that I didn’t even know when classes were supposed to start. It was 7:20 and I was still in my room, unable to find a schedule anywhere. I rushed downstairs.

It was the last week of classes. However I still had 2 projects left and one of them had to do with a book that I had only briefly skimmed through.