And I couldn't be feeling more conflicted.

Sold my books back today, they took 3/4ths of them. Bought two online for cheap that they gave me a decent price for. So I'm 84 dollars richer.

Aced my English 2 final! Aced computers. Probably failed History. Passed Speech. I'm on the fence about Mass Comm. That was the day I was sick.

I had the WORST nightmare(s) ever: For some odd reason all of my friends and I were sent back to high school, kicked out of our respective colleges. All of my old friends who I lost touch with were there and my new friends didn't acknowledge my existence. And the old A-wing and the new Saber Hall were somehow mixed together...? Anyway, in Multimedia all of my old friends were screaming at me and calling me names and I couldn't take it. The name calling just grew louder and louder and louder. I was such a Diva that I ran out screaming. Everyone looked at me like I was crazy, like they hadn't just been screaming at me.

I woke up here, confused, at 6am so I decided to sleep for a bit more. It was just a dream. But it continued on...

Then came the passing period so I snuck back into the D and waited for Richard outside of Luttrell's old room and he comes out all decked out and nice-looking. I tell him what happened when he asked me why I was so glum-looking and I said: "Didn't you hear? They were all screaming and chiding and calling me names." He shrugged and told me he had his own shit to deal with, that his father killed his brother, he's just found out. He looks so nice, I told him this. He shrugged: "Yeah, I know." I asked him if he wanted to skip our next class and talk about it, he said sure. So we walked to the old second floor thing of the A-wing and headed down the stairs--all the while me noticing how something with him is different, better--as a bunch of Lettered students rushed up the stairs and he and I were separated, pushed into a corner. When the crowd cleared, he was gone and I was left calling for him. Someone told me he had turned back and so I went up the stairs and through the bars, I could see him walking away with someone else. I screamed after him: "I thought we were gonna' talk?!? Y'know about your brother? Who your father KILLED?" He turned back to look up at me and said: "Oh, yeah. Maybe later, I'm busy." And the guy he was with looked exactly like someone I know from English. They walked away and I screamed again, carried by the crowd. "Your brother is dead!" And I heard him yell back, "But I'm still hot. Who cares?" Now this guy looked exactly like me, only better, and they just walked away into the light spilling through from the glass doors. And I started screaming for my friend Karen to come talk to me, but I couldn't find her. Afterward I was walking through the D again and Rebe was sitting on this bench outside of the old counselor's office and she turned, like a Stepford Wife, to look at me, hands folded in her lap, and she cocked her head and patted the seat next to her. "Take a load off, Kevin. I heard you were going to skip your next class. Why is that?"
"How do you--?"
"I have my ways, Kevin. You know that."
"I--they were all screaming at me and I don't want to see them again."
"Who was screaming at you? What were they saying?" She patted the seat again. "Have a seat, Kevin."
And before I could protest everyone spilled out of the hall and started laughing and screaming at me again.

School may be out, but the horrors of high school live on in my dreams.