Dreams

I was at my old school for some bizarre reason. For another reason equally bizarre, one of the walls for the class became detached from the ground and was able to flap from side to side as if it were cardboard. The principal came along with te superintendant and found out that all kinds of students have put the most bizarre of trash in the wall. The school would be able to fix this wall, but only if we were to advanced our next year's school taxes by next week I didn't give a shit, for I didn't go there anymore. So we decided to order pizza.

I was on the train going to some station. For a reason, again, equaly as bizarre, my school has been relocated to this station. I get there and realize it was not a good idea to leave my computer on the train while I was at work for someone may take it. I go back on the train and get it, where this police officer starts harassing me and asks to see my university ID. After giving him lots of attitude, I am set free and run to school, for it's already five past and I am late for one of my private lessons. I get to my school, which happens to be doubling as an Ermenegildo Zegna store, explain to my manager why I am late, and find some place to chance into my suit so I can teach. This one lady is trying on a dress (at EZ?) and offers to name my price so I can put on something so she can see how good she looks with someone dressed equally as well. I finally find a closet I can change in, and come out just to see that my student has lost patience waiting for me. I explain the situation: for some reason, today he's cooler and has confidence, he says it's completely alright, and then tries to do that complicated handshake straight men do.