Dream Journal
It was the first day of my senior year in high school. I drove into the parking lot and found a few parking spaces right next to the stairway and was happy that I had got there a little early. I walked through the sophomore hallway and wondered if they realized I was a senior. My classmates were already upstairs in the senior hallway. I went into a room at the end of the hallway and sat on top of a desk. I talked with two or three other classmates who sat in a similar fashion.