July 10, 2014

The number of days we had left for class were quickly dwindling. I was looking forward to Physics class but it turned out the teacher didn’t show up and there was no substitute. I thought to pass the time, I would go downstairs into the courtyard and drive a go-kart.

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We were graduating and apparently one of the events was to have some sort of interview/interaction with every single graduating student. I was the first one up onto the stage and they handed me a blurry photo of my four year old self drifting in the ocean with my mom. Instead of honoring the parents, this event was especially for all the aunts and uncles.

I was walking back to my seat when I noticed that there were more photos of me on the back wall of the stage. I went back to examine the photos and asked if I was supposed to pick those up as well. My mom shouted from the audience to say that those were for the school to keep in their record books. I picked them up from the pocket anyways and flipped through them. All of the photos were just as blurry as the first and depicted my younger self floating in the middle of the sea.

At one point I was holding up two match sticks with my hands and I was met with resistance every time I tried to turn them in another direction.