Last night I had a dream about getting transferred to another highschool a couple weeks before my graduation. It was hugely frustrating. I have to wonder if some part of me is worried that’s what its going to feel like when I leave New York. I went to like some dance or prom at that school the weekend before I had to start there, so that I could meet people and stuff. But by the time I got there most of the people were already leaving, and they were already out of drinks. Truly the death knell of any party. I remember talking to two girls there, neither of whom went to that school either, and I was telling them how I had to start on Monday, and how much I thought that sucked. It seems that my former boss at the art store on Long Island that I worked at when I was 17 and 18 was working at this highschool as a gym teacher.