February 19, 2017

As I walked through the school hallway, I overheard the people around me talking about how classes might be ending early at 2PM today due to the weather. My name was being broadcasted over the speakers; I was to meet with a teacher to talk about a math test I had taken. Apparently she wanted to know why I got a near perfect score yet got two extremely simple questions wrong. I told her that the graphs on the exam “[said] nothing about the states of hiking or miking.” I quickly realized that I had somehow missed the labels on the axes of the graph. “Oh wait it does…”, I corrected myself.

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I woke up in a room full of other people. “Clark’s been naughty”, someone commented. I defended myself by insisting that I fell asleep upstairs, wherever that was. I sat up from the mattress on the floor and asked why my name was written on the chalkboard. It looked like my handwriting.

I walked into the next room to see that people were watching something on the projector. “Did you watch FMA without me?” I asked. “We watched episodes 9 and 5″, they replied, which was not anywhere close to how far we had gotten in the series.

“And now you’re watching it without subs?” I asked. They said that they had managed to acquire the DVD version - they were watching the raw Japanese episodes without subtitles.