June 8, 2015

I was sitting on a bench on the upper floors of the library with some friends. Someone told me that they needed help with writing a paper and so I asked what it was about. They were writing about racism in Japanese culture and the paper was due later in the afternoon. The only advice I gave him was to “pretend the last hour doesn’t exist”.

I looked below and there seemed to be an exam that involved pushing a cart along a track that ran around some bookshelves on the first floor.

–Everyone was getting up from the lawn to attend a lecture. I followed the crowd without much thought until I got the the lecture hall and realized that I didn’t have my backpack. When I arrived at my preferred seat, I put down the hook(?) in my hand and told the people around me that I’d be back.

I ran back to the lawn and found my bag laying on top of an open textbook under a tree. Someone sat up as I approached and handed me my bag. I asked her how she knew it was mine to which she replied “Well this is your favorite spot, right?”

I thanked her and tried to take my bag but she insisted on holding it for me. “Where else could you be going?” she asked. As we walked towards the stairs, she headed towards an exit instead of going up, saying that she wanted to get something to eat first. When I said that I was heading straight to lecture she changed her mind.