It was the first day of my
senior year in
high school. I'd just walked in to my
calculus class '
math 150', taught by some
professor from the
community college, fearing it would be a pretty hard
class. The
lights were off. The
room was huge, and
students were sitting in various locations. I didn't know anyone.
Well, my
book was still
wrapped up in
plastic because I didn't want to risk the
$120 we paid--if you unwrap it, you can't return it. I went to ask the
teacher if it was the right book. Other students kept on getting in my way as I was about to ask him, so I never got to.
Next thing I knew, he was adressing the whole class, and I was in my
seat. He said that the first day was about
survival. I was
munching away on some sort of
snacks he gave to the class--I think it was a
bag full of those
little brown things found in
chexmix that you either
love or
hate. He went on to say that we'd have to
fend for ourselves
outside, and that those who survived would be those who took the class. I stopped crazily eating the little brown chips, realizing I'd need them for survival in the
wilderness.
All of a sudden,
everybody was finding a
spot to lay on by the
beach shore to watch the 'show'. I didn't know what the show was going to be, but I figured I'd better get a good spot. It seemed as if all spots were taken except for one, next to
Hien. Hien's my friend, see, but most people at our school really dislike him and find him annoying. So I sat next to him, and next to
Pat--this
punk I know who's the best
drummer in the highschool
band. And I thought I didn't know anybody here.
Next thing, we were in the
forest. It was sort of like a highschool
campus except, where you'd expect
halls and grassy areas and
quads on the
outside, it was pure forest. Nothing but
trees, etc. There were
bathrooms and such amongst the
buildings--that was about it. For some reason there was a
kitchen stove with a
rangetop by the bathrooms. I joined
forces with two
people near me who seemed willing to coöperate. I think I tried to talk to them but they seemed so
bereft of
civilization they could hardly speak more than
grunts. I, however, was determined to make some
torches.
I found a
branch from a tree that'd fallen that was remarkably
torch shaped and carved a
circular notch on the top. I then went into the bathroom, grabbed some
toilet paper and some
paper towels and tried to shove them into a torch the way they seemed like they should've been shoved--I'd never actually seen a torch up close, or even unlit, so I was doing as best I could.
All I remember after that is I never got to light my torch, though one of my idiot
caveman companions had some sort of
fire-bearing device which he had to hold by the rangetop for it to keep lit. What an
idiot.
End of
dream.