There was an article in the newspaper about the new construction project behind our apartment building. After months of delays, the company finally got permission to build higher than two floors. I looked out the window and thought about how our view was going to be completely blocked off in a matter of weeks. The building so far was made out of a green block on the bottom and a pink one on top for the second floor, rotated at a 45 degree angle.
Classes were starting in a few days and I still had homework to finish before my first day of class. I had just arrived at the first floor of my new dorm for the year. The first floor resembled the lobby of some fancy hotel more than a dormitory with its white marble pillars and stairs. I struggled to find an easy way upstairs with my large suitcase. Someone was constructing a hang glider with black and yellow fabric in the corner of the room. I asked someone where the elevator was but they simply told me I might as well get in shape by carrying my luggage up the stairs.
It was morning and a large cardboard box had been delivered to our apartment. The box was flat and as large as our bookshelf. It was also surprisingly light as I helped prop up the box so it was leaning against the balcony window. My dad peeled open the flat side of the box to reveal a variety of children’s’ toys inside. My parents commented that it was a shame that my brother’s family had already flown back to the States.
It was a new semester and I was sitting in a van for a ride to school. It was raining outside and one of the stops was near the shore. A classmate stepped into the van. We had already exchanged greetings and been talking for a couple of minutes when I realized I had mistook her for another classmate. I apologized when I made the realization and continued our conversation about racing games. We had a disagreement over the importance of high-quality graphics in the racing genre.
We were continuing our ongoing project in the science lab from last week. I was still annoyed at my lab partner for having done none of the work when we last met. Our task this week involved making thin sheets of plastic clay on a tray. This was done by setting a large block of clay on some baking paper and slowly kneading it outwards until in was thin enough. We were running out of time and we still needed to bake the sheets in the oven.
All of the classes took place in one building and each class occupied a different floor. I ran up and down the building in search for my next class but I didn’t have any luck finding the right floor. One of the floors was the library and a class was currently in session. The instructor had a microphone and the lecture was being broadcasted throughout the entire library. It was a mix of a linguistics and literature class. They were assigning the class to close read something before their next meeting. They gave a broad definition for what qualified and accepted watching a movie or a series on Netflix. They explicitly excluded memes however, saying that the material had to be in “full format”. I slightly regretted the fact that I had not come earlier to hear the first half of the lecture as I sat on the stairs looking down.
The three of us were hiding inside of a house in the middle of a deserted lot. It was dark out and we were being tracked down by a reptile shapeshifter. It had currently assumed the form of a large T. Rex and was stomping around the perimeter of the house. We decide to split up with the reasoning that if it had swiped at the house from the outside, we wouldn’t all be caught by it.
It was before dinner and a student visitor that I was hosting had arrived. They informed me about a pair of partner worksheets that they were assigned to fill out with the host (myself).
I was helping someone film a commercial in the middle of an open marketplace. They were walking backwards on the cobblestone road under midday sun. They held up a glass and filled it halfway with milk from a plastic jug. They explained, in their military uniform, how mass produced beverages were better than homemade juice due to its cost efficiency. This was when they poured the rest of the gallon of milk into the cup as it overflowed.
She was a regular at the place we got lunch and ordered the 2-2. I got the number 6. As I walked out of the store, I realized that they had played a different song just for us.