May 3, 2014

It was the middle of March. Everyone was obsessing over these two guys that managed to hack into some administrative servers of our school back in November. Apparently news of it only got out recently because there was no journalism whatsoever during the winter months. “People like this kind of news” stated some person in the newspaper article. “It’s satisfying because usually in life, we don’t get any quick results.”

I heard that a couple in my previous school has been running their own scheme for over a year and a half due to popular support from the student body. The article featured a picture of the pair holding a trophy of some sort in a courtyard. The tall girl was holding it up with her right arm while a shorter boy was clutching onto her left. They said that they didn’t actually really enjoy doing it but they liked the attention. They have sort of become celebrities in their class.

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I was in our architecture room. Well, only the walls resembled the classroom. The room was converted into a sea with a small sliver of beach at the side of the exit. I’m not sure what I was doing in the water but it was cold. I started swimming towards the shore.

There were perhaps 50 or so tiny crabs on the beach, the kind that you would see emerging out of their burrows when the tides changed. It was a mistake to set my hands on the sand to lift myself up. Five or so of the crabs latched onto my fingers. They would not let go. “Crabs tend to stay in the ocean”, resounded an unhelpful voice.

I tried to get out of the room while getting the crustaceans off from my fingers. I had no choice but to tear them off, leaving large cuts in my fingers and sometimes tearing off bits of my nails. Right before walking out of the room, I had to twist one of the crabs to separate its body from the claw that was clamped tightly on my left middle finger.

I got out and started running through the hallway. I failed to notice that I still had some more crabs clinging on to my fingers. I screamed as I ran past the other rooms yet the five or so people that passed by didn’t seem to notice me at all.

I finally got to our Japanese classroom. A projector was set up as if a presentation was about to begin. I walked behind the screen and I found some tests that I took a few weeks ago. “Don’t touch those, he [our history teacher] hasn’t graded them yet”, warned a student behind me. I set down the papers and took a seat with the crowd.

It wasn’t long before our history teacher walked in. He looked rather distressed, saying how he has to maintain some kind of secure line of communication with the class without his wife knowing. We came up with codewords to use when greeting each other and he left with us a number to a new cellphone that he would keep in the bathroom. He took the phone and its charger out of the closet and walked out of the room.

Everyone was talking about the two “hacker” guys sitting next to me.

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Oh, and at one point I actually dreamt that I had written all of this down, so as a result I lost a lot of the details.