I was at the new student orientation and one of the activities was to bake a cake together with other students. The kitchen was heavily windowed and dominated by a white color scheme. We had math classes in the afternoon.

I was back at my elementary school campus and the bus heading home was arriving soon. I saw that they had put a new swimming pool next to the main entrance and some people were ready to get in. I suddenly realized that my pockets were empty, meaning that I must have left my phone, wallet, and keys somewhere upstairs. However after taking a few steps up the stairs, my belongings materialized in my pockets again. “Why do you lie to me?” I asked.

It was the second time in the first week that I was an hour late for class. I hadn’t memorized my schedule yet so I didn’t know what classes I was missing. Apparently this made my parents extremely concerned and they wanted to take the responsibility for my tardiness. When I looked at my schedule I noticed the only classes I registered for in the morning were art and music classes.

There was a movie about a “Herbalist” in the DVD player. What surprised me more however was the fact that we even had a DVD player in the house. The menu with a scene of the interior of a reddish tea place kept replaying on the TV screen.

We were playing a capture the flag game in a trainyard. I equipped myself with a few Molotov cocktails to close off a few paths. When I ran into the opponents territory, someone handed me a teal banana which was the objective. “Why me?” I asked as it was set into my hands. I was running across the field as I heard someone screaming at me to give it back.

It was still dark out when we ran towards the bus station. “Which bus should we take?” I asked as we looked around for one that headed to the airport. After frantically hopping from post to post, I noticed that the bus closest to the docks not only went to the airport but also accepted Metro cards. However as we approached, we ended up just missing the one the departs at 7:00.

I sending off a friend at an airport in Korea and for some reason I was frustrated by the cheeriness of the staff servicing there. When I later returned to the hotel we were staying at, I was confused by the elevator situation. Instead of rising through the floors via a stall, the entire floor around the staircase went upwards. I was only able to know that I had arrived at the ninth floor by the Christmas decorations by the doors.

It was a little past 2AM but I couldn’t sleep yet so I decided to take a walk outside. I passed the fallen trees of the storm-ravaged streets when a teacher saw me and asked what I was doing here. I told him that I was taking a walk before going to to bed. He replied that he “sometimes wake[s] up in the middle of the night too”. I assumed that he misunderstood what I meant. I said goodbye as I turned the corner until he said he was going the same direction. He had a teacher meeting to attend. “We don’t have it that easy, you know” he said.

It was only until the second Tuesday of summer classes that I realized I had missed the first classes of the courses that I had wanted to take. Even though I had my entire schedule planned and written down, I had managed to forget about the classes I was most looking forward to. I thought about calling to notify that I would only be auditing this summer in an attempt to alleviate the problem and retake the course during the semester but I was told that it wouldn’t be possible as I had already paid for tuition.

I was sitting in a circle in a classroom with a group of classmates. When we got up to leave, I had the feeling that I wasn’t going to be seeing them again, even though it felt like I didn’t even get to know any of them. We watched a person run around a rooftop stairway through a window and wondered how they moved so fast. At one point their jacket changed into a light blue.