I dream that a new school year is about to begin and I’m hurrying to get there in time. I’m in an awful mood because I’m much older than the kids around me, being in my 30s, and I’d rather find a job than go back to school.
A crowd has gathered in front of the gates, my old Latin professor is reading out names; when called, each kid has to surrender their phone and answer a personality quiz, I find it totally unacceptable. My name is never called though, is it because I skipped finals last year? Please, I must have repeated my junior year so many times, it must count for something!
I finally approach the professor, I tell him I don’t want to go back to school anyway. He’s very harsh, telling me I’ll never amount to something in life, but gives me 500 bucks as reparation, I’ll take that. I also find a 400 phone top-up on the ground. I pocket that too.
Now to explain all this mess to my mom. Oh, she’s gonna be so mad.