I was wandering around the school campus with my brother in search of his backpack. We walked through the unlit halls to look through the various lost and found locations with little success. As we neared the end of our unfruitful search, he asked me, “Don’t you have a dental appointment to go to?” “I do?” I responded, frozen in shock by the possibility that I had forgotten a prior arrangement.

I was cleaning the second floor of a mall with a handheld vacuum cleaner. I traced around the corners of the wall with my pitifully small Dyson, weaving past a restaurant worker who was armed with a broom.

I was running through the school halls and each of the classrooms I ran past had makeshift bathrooms set up. The graduation ceremony was today but seats were not assigned and I didn’t have people to sit with. I tried to at least look for people who were in the same class as me.