Jasper had cancer, and for some reason everyone was fine with it. Jasper even decided that instead of dying feeling ill, his friend was going to shoot him. I was not pleased. I kept yelling at him. I cried. Jasper seemed perfectly fine, but he had lost his phone.
I was at North, but it was New North looking exactly like Old North. I was an RA, but I kept seeing people with alcohol and ignoring it. I was in a French class that I was failing. The teacher kept writing me notes at the bottom of quizzes that I did horribly on, and telling me that I couldn't fail her class.
One of the girls in my class who looked like Abby, from my creative writing class, asked me if I wanted some whiskey, but I heard 'to bake some biscuits' and then I didn't want to seem stupid so I followed her. Only there were officials so I bailed on her because I really needed my RA job and hoped she would understand.
I found Jasper's phone and got mad at him. One of the keys was missing, but I could put it back in instead of paying attention in French. A girl behind me found out Obama became president.
12.30.2010
12.29.2010
09 Fear of Flying
We were going to somewhere in South America and I was excited. Matt and Maddie were there and we were talking about Harry Potter. I was on campus and it was raining but I needed to pack, and I needed my passport. I got my passport and put it in my bag, but it was my British passport and not my American one and I was worried that I wouldn't be able to get back into the country.
We were at the airport, and the airline was one I had never heard of. I didn't check a bag. We had to go underground and then wander around some deep part of the airport. It was a mixture of BWI, Dulles, and Heathrow. Finally we got to the stop, and I realized I had forgotten my passport.
Panic. I need to go back. I need to get on the airplane. I get on without my passport deciding that I will make it work. The airplane is giant. There are classrooms in it, and Mrs. Montgomery from eighth grade is in one dark room and she knows I don't have my passport. She yells at me and I run off the plane and into Kat. We need to get my passport.
It was in my bag the whole time.
We were at the airport, and the airline was one I had never heard of. I didn't check a bag. We had to go underground and then wander around some deep part of the airport. It was a mixture of BWI, Dulles, and Heathrow. Finally we got to the stop, and I realized I had forgotten my passport.
Panic. I need to go back. I need to get on the airplane. I get on without my passport deciding that I will make it work. The airplane is giant. There are classrooms in it, and Mrs. Montgomery from eighth grade is in one dark room and she knows I don't have my passport. She yells at me and I run off the plane and into Kat. We need to get my passport.
It was in my bag the whole time.
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