August 20, 2015

It was the second time in the first week that I was an hour late for class. I hadn’t memorized my schedule yet so I didn’t know what classes I was missing. Apparently this made my parents extremely concerned and they wanted to take the responsibility for my tardiness. When I looked at my schedule I noticed the only classes I registered for in the morning were art and music classes.

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We were at a fair and there was some kind of bungee jumping demonstration inside the auditorium. I didn’t go in to watch but you could hear them from across the campus. My mother described it as “nuclear loud”. My sister-in-law pointed at some “pixar-looking” doghouses while my dad and I were searching for some dense pillows that must have been misplaced when we moved. I was only able to remember their previous location in our old house until I found them sitting on the shoulders of some clothes that were hanged up.

Some dogs walked past us and straight into the water while looking at someone else that was standing on a small island in the middle of the lake.