5.22.11 Weekend Trip to Las Vegas

I was in a science class, seems like it was some sort of biology class. There were black-top tables set up around the classroom, and about 6 0r 8 students were assigned to each table. There were racks in the center of the tables, with shelves containing all kinds of stuff on them, including live plants. We were assigned into small groups of 2 or 3. Geoff was a classmate in this class. Our teacher was  a young lady, with wavy long dark brown hair. She asked everyone some questions, then she asked Geoff about his educational history. She seemed to be attracted to Geoff. Then they opened a plastic container and started popping pills together.

I was in another classroom that was crowded with lots of students and there were lots of commotion going on. It seem like some sort of art class. Each student was assigned a workstation at a large long table with wooden panel separators. To my right was a girl who kept a messy work area. The class was warned that there is going to be an inspection by a high level person very shortly, so I cleaned up my stuff and threw some things away. I told the girl to clean up her work area and she said she’d do it later. There were some dried flowers with stalks at her area. The person inspecting was a well-dressed older lady, accompanied by several teachers.

After the inspection, a group of classmates were preparing to go on a weekend trip to Vegas, put together by a tour group that specializes in college trips. They were very excited, and some of them encouraged me to go with them. I said this last minute notice didn’t give me enough time to plan and prepare, but then I finally agreed. Class was done and everyone dispersed from the classroom. I went outside onto a parking lot, where there were lots of people busily walking around, as if looking for things or frantically preparing for something. The surrounding looked like a hillside with lots of tall trees and open fields. I approached a man walking away from the school, walking uphill on one of the driveways. I ask him the details about the trip and what I need to do if I wanted to go.

He said motor coaches will pick them up and leave at 5am tomorrow morning, at a motel near the “Continental’, at the corner of Boris and Utay streets, which is a few miles from here. He pointed out the direction. I said so I should be there before 5am if I wanted to go on the trip. I quickly returned to the school grounds.

5.20.11 First Day Multimedia Class

A friend and I drove to a faraway town located high atop some snowy icy mountain, surrounded by alpine scenery and lots of tall pine trees, to take part in some kind of snow activity. We parked along a curb near the top of a hill. The streets were all hilly, and there were snow and ice everywhere. I was concerned if we had parked in a safe legal spot. We also visited another friend and helped that person move to another place in town.

I was at school on the first day of the semester. One class I went to was a multimedia class or some sort of Web technology class. The teacher was the same lady from the Web class I took this past spring.  The classroom was square, was raised about a foot and a half off the ground, and the door, at the front of the classroom, went directly to the outside, so I think the classroom might be a portable temporary  structure. It was a lecture only classroom, there were no computers, just rows of individual desks and chairs. I arrived a little late but found an open spot at the far end of the first row.  I was concerned that there weren’t going to be enough seating for a few students, but after shuffling around seats and desks there was space for everyone. Most in the class were nerdy gamer type guys but there were a few girls present. The class was very loud and rowdy, as if it was right after lunch. There was horseplay and some were throwing stuff around. The teacher had to spend a little time and effort to quiet everyone down.

A slender and petite girl walked in and came up to me and we talked a little, but before I knew it she kissed me a few times. She was very bold to do this right in front of everyone in the class but no one seemed to care or notice. I knew she had a reputation of being cheap and slutty, and I didn’t really go for that type; it seemed like a superficial relationship. She had long straight hazel color hair and was very cute, and kind of reminds me of Crystal, the hostess from OC. She said she’ll be waiting for me outside and then exited the class where the front door was left open.

5.10.11 Upstairs Apartment

I was living in a 2bdrm upstairs apt with 1 or 2 other roommates. The apartment was a little old, like the apartment I had with Tara. One afternoon a friend came back with me to the apt. He offered to give me a haircut. He was tall, slender, had long brown hair, a skater/surfer type, and seemed intelligent and knowledgeable. He was using an electric razor and he cut it too short than what I had liked and I was disappointed. It was like a crew cut style.

I was in a busy part of town in front of a school – either high school or a community college – and was assigned the task of maintaining or cleaning up the sidewalk between the campus property and the main street. It was also a bus loading/unloading area for the school. While I was working, a bus unloaded some students. A trio of girls came up to me and started talking about homework projects. One of the girls had an interest in me. She said she hoped to see me again and wanted to “get to know me more in the future.” She was short and somewhat plump.

Later on I went to this big auditorium and saw several friends there. I asked one of them about the girl who wanted to get to know me more. He said she was “fired” yesterday for not following directions. I was disappointed. Several of us returned to my apt. To my surprise, there were others already in the apt. Someone was crashing in my room. The haircut guy hocked a lugey into the trash container that was near the bathroom door which had some Popsicle sticks in there. I was concerned that the apt was a little too messy to have guests over. We were wondering what happened to Mikey and Matt as they suddenly disappeared. Someone brought in a newspaper. In the other room we crowded around the guy holding the newspaper. In it he read that Mikey and Matt and a third person were fed up with school and had run away.