My dad was taking me to an outlet mall to buy clothes. As if I were not a citizen of this earth, he explained the concept of malls to me when I complained that there wasn't a Maurices (which I don't really understand why I cared, big woop). "Not all malls have the same stores Aimee. As you trek the great American malls, you will find everything in discordian." I got out of the car and went into a far end of a mall which was an old Greek building with a 20-foot high ceiling. I took a seat with my mom, who was there now, a woman who appeared to be a friend of hers, and her young child. There was a small television set, and I was intent to turn it on, but couldn't. So I would club it with my hand. This was a problem.

This part quickly faded into the next part of the dream, where I am sitting in one of the many computer labs at my school. My old keyboarding teacher is back and he's teaching Web Publishing again. I silently muttered to myself, "Oh great." I had a long rant in my head about how uneducated the computer teachers at my school are, and how I am usually the one that other students call for when they need help. My teacher is going on a tangent about XML after reading about it in one of those Samson's "Learn --whatever--- in 24 hours!". He has pages photocopied and is under the impression that XML is the same thing as CSS. "Now to embed XML in your HTML pages, click file on Microsoft Word. Right, Aimee?" "No." A huge fight breaks out between us and I'm all set to hit him when instead, he decides to punish us all by making us work in pairs to write reports on various elements of computing.

I end up with the boy I mentioned in "What person from school would you never want to meet again?". I sit down with him and I instantly pull out two printed papers with information on them. I've already decided that we will be doing our report on object-orientated programming and that I will be doing the entire report by myself because it is a huge risk to take to leave anything up to someone as devoid of knowledge as he is. But my plan fails when the teacher finds out. So I give him the option. "You can do either the main research, just basic information. Or you can write a program in any language using object-orientated programming." He looks at me thinking I mean Spanish, French, and says, "I know Spanish. I'm in Spanish 2." I laugh. "Aren't we all? And with a 78 average too, I'll bet!" I say something to him in Spanish that he doesn't understand ("Los arboles me besaron anoche.", "The trees kissed me last night."). I explained again that I meant programming languages. He said, "Well I DID do a little bit of QBasic!". My insides scream. He goes on. "Yup, I can write some PRETTY long codes.. 100 lines even." My insides are now curdling. "Um how about you let me do the program?" He acts upset, but finally we come to a compromise.

Now I am wandering the halls of my school. I come into a room lit only by candlelight and students are standing around talking before class. As I walk in, the attention of my friend/love focuses on me, but he says nothing. I walk past him and to the other door exiting the room, and it's the last I see of him. I felt smooth doing that. Now I'm in the hallway where my homeroom in seventh grade was. I stand by the door looking around, and 2 girls approach me. One is this flunkee, Crystal, and with her is a girl I have never seen before. Crystal says, "Yeah Aimee, we got a new student." She extends her hand to me, but I don't shake it. I merely am shocked at the idea that Crystal will have another opportunity to corrupt some innocent child's mind.

I walk away, thinking about my code, then I wake up.