August 14, 2015

It was a little past 2AM but I couldn’t sleep yet so I decided to take a walk outside. I passed the fallen trees of the storm-ravaged streets when a teacher saw me and asked what I was doing here. I told him that I was taking a walk before going to to bed. He replied that he “sometimes wake[s] up in the middle of the night too”. I assumed that he misunderstood what I meant. I said goodbye as I turned the corner until he said he was going the same direction. He had a teacher meeting to attend. “We don’t have it that easy, you know” he said.

As I walked next to him I started to panic as I realized that I had forgotten his name. I overheard some students passing by addressing him by “Mr. Sequin” but I thought that couldn’t be right and it was probably a thing that a certain subset of people called him.

I ended up in the crowded cafeteria with people trying to get their breakfast. Someone had their curry puff knocked onto the ground by a passerby and they seemed rather upset by it.