In which I stress out about my physics grade

I was standing outside my physics classroom, waiting to be let inside. One of my classmates walked up and said he couldn't stay, and asked me to turn in his homework for him. I agreed to do it but I thought it was weird because we don't usually have to turn in homework. I looked at the papers that he gave me, and they were already graded by the professor, including a test on Chapter 9. I was confused because the class that I was waiting for was a review class for the Thursday exam on Chpt 4-8. I couldn't remember what I had gotten on my Chpt 9 Exam, so I dug through my backpack and pulled out a test paper with a 29. I was really upset because I couldn't see how I would manage an A in the class if I had gotten a 29 on the test, and I couldn't remember even taking the test.

The professor walked up to me and said that he couldn't stay, but that I should let everyone in and conduct the review session, using a DVD. I knew the DVD was already in the classroom and that it taught physics with the help of little Japanese cartoon animals singing in French. I began singing the song, even though I don't know French, and it sounded like "Sympathique," but it was a different song. I agreed to run the review, but after my professor left it occurred to me that I had no way of letting everyone into the classroom, as it was locked and only the teacher had the key.

In which my dad saves me from a serial killer

I was in a house with a very large, overweight man. We were in an empty room with no furniture, nothing on the walls, not even a lamp, nothing except for a woman’s bloody, naked body laying on a sheet on the floor. I knew that the man had killed her and that he probably intended to kill me, too. He made me help him hang a canvas hammock across the room, directly over the body, and I knew he was going to put the body in the hammock and then make me get in too. I was afraid to make him angry so I was trying to be helpful, but I was also thinking of ways to get away from him. I thought if I ran out the front door he would catch me before I could get to help, and then he would hurt me. I asked him if he was going to kill me and he wouldn’t answer. He seemed like he was retarded or otherwise handicapped – there was something off about him, other than the murder. His sister was also in the house and she came in to the room and started helping him with the body. I asked if I could go to the bathroom and they said yes.

In the bathroom, I sat on the toilet and tried to think of ways to get out. Everything was blue and it felt familiar, like I had been there before. I knew even before I looked that the window was too dirty to see out of and too small for me to squeeze through. The bathroom was adjacent to the kitchen, which had a door to a screen porch and the porch to the backyard, and I thought if I could get out I could run to the neighbor’s house, but I knew the door squeaked and they would hear me. I thought about the fact that the man would probably rape, torture, and kill me if I didn’t get out, and I couldn’t believe that it was actually happening. I knew that if I didn’t try to get away, I never would, but I was terrified of trying and getting caught and making everything worse for myself.

I heard someone come into the house and I looked out to see my dad coming in the front door, wearing a suit. Apparently he knew these people and was dropping something off for them. I ran to him and he looked surprised to see me, but didn’t seem to think anything was wrong. The living room now looked normal – there was furniture in it and the man and his sister were watching TV from matching La-Z-Boys. All the furniture was brown and they had crocheted afghans with multicolored squares draped across their laps. There was no sign of the dead body. My dad excused himself to use the restroom and I followed him and told him that these people had kidnapped me and were going to kill me. He said, “OK, let’s get out of here,” and I was so grateful that he believed me immediately. We went back out into the living room, and I saw Dad’s truck pulling away. I was afraid my captors were taking it but Dad said my brother was moving it and I should run out to him and tell him to pull it around. I ran out to the truck – there was a bunch of stuff in the seat and I make my brother help me move it. He asked what the rush was, so I told him the people in the house were trying to kill me. He didn’t believe me at first but then I told him that they were going to make me lay in a hammock with a corpse. We cleared off the seat and pulled the truck around to get Dad. I wasn’t scared for him.

In which JS proposes we build a fort

JV, MT and I were at some sort of fast food restaurant and we had just finished eating. We were supposed to hang out with our friend JS and JV really wanted me to call him. I got the impression she wanted to hook up with him. She didn’t have his number so she asked me to give it to her out of my phone. I was reading it off to her when some one called me – it was JS. I answered and said, “Weird, we were just about to call you!” and asked if he was ready to hang out. He said he was – he wanted us to come over and build a fort in his living room. He said that once we got the basic structure up we could stop and drink beers on the patio. This sounded like a completely awesome idea to me.

In which someone pays a bar tab with a personal check

I’m not sure how it started, but the first thing I remember is standing at fairly crowded bar with JV, trying to order a drink. There was a really obnoxious, condescending guy with us. I think he was trying to impress J by showing off his knowledge of adult beverages and everything about the way he was acting rubbed me the wrong way. I looked at the drink menu and ordered something that was comprised of some kind of fruit liquor and cream. J wanted something with a weird name like a “half-empty sugar lemon” and the obnoxious guy kept telling her they didn’t make it, sweetie. But then the bartender, who looked like Jackie from Roseanne, said that they did. She brought back our order and we had a Midori sour and the half-empty sugar lemon, which was served in a martini glass with blue frosted ice all over it and the name of the drink written into the ice. I started drinking that drink, even though it was J’s and I kind of knew I had ordered something else. The bartender asked me if there was anything wrong with my other drink and I saw the orange beverage in front of me. I tasted it and it tasted like an orange creamsicle. I said, “No, it’s fine, I’ll have both,” and J said it was OK because she would just make herself another one. For some reason she was behind the bar. I remember thinking the obnoxious guy was a pussy for ordering a Midori sour.

Then my friend A came up and handed me a check. I guess everyone at the bar was all part of one party and A was giving me money so I wouldn’t get stuck with the whole tab myself. She kept coming back and giving out more and more checks and I kept telling her she didn’t need to do that. There was some kind of ruckus at the other end of the bar so we went down to see what was going on. A woman was complaining and being difficult, but then one of the bartenders (a man) busted her for trying to write a bad check. Apparently she had paid her tab with one check, but then complained about the service and wanted to pay with another check, and this was an emerging scam in bars. Everyone was impressed with the bartender for figuring it out. Then it seemed like the Jackie bartender was also in on it, and they were both going to be arrested. J and I sat at the bar and MT was there too, and also Lt. Van Buren from Law & Order. Van Buren said that the women who were arrested were in for a long night, and we agreed.