It seems I was already late for class as I rushed my way up staircases and thru mostly empty hallways. I’d almost made it, in fact, when I came across Randy. He worked there as some sort of hall monitor. At least that’s what he was doing at the time. He’d been talking with maybe two or three other people who I assume also worked at the school.<\/p>\n
“Do you have a late pass,” he asked, maybe not in those exact words, as I slowed to a stop. It was obvious he was only asking me because the other people were there with us. He and I were good friends and he wouldn’t have cared about me being late, but he couldn’t let them see that. “No,” I said to which he told me he had to hold me there.<\/p>\n
That meant I would probably be suspended, so I told him I’d just left my counselor’s office or something and that they’d just changed my classes around or something, meaning I either wasn’t officially enrolled in the class or didn’t know I was enrolled in the class until moments ago. Whatever my lie was, it sounded a lot more coherent in the dream.<\/p>\n
“Oh, okay,” he replied with a few other professional but amiable words before waving me on to class. It was all an act to save each other’s ass. That way he could let me go free without getting in trouble for it and I could be late without getting in trouble for it, though it seems I had already gotten in trouble for something else a day or few prior.<\/p>\n
My “class” was just a few more steps down the hallway, maybe on the other side of a set of glass doors, except it was actually a sort of detention; a light alternaive to suspension. “They got me in here with all the bad kids,” I joked aloud just after walking in while holding the straps of my bookbag on my back. They laughed as I found myself a seat.<\/p>\n
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