Wearing a white polo shirt and a khaki pants, I saw myself in the middle of the classroom back in high school. We were in the corner mostly talking and laughing though I can’t remember what we were talking about. But the scene is a bit dark yet it was daytime.
The scene changed. My classmates are forming a line outside the room, like what we always do every flag ceremony. I arrived athe scene late, as they begin to march somewhere. I saw Gary and Pete. Familiar faces from High school. I told them to let me sneak in. They point me to the guy that leads the line, to Andy John, who’s one of the smallest guy in our High School. I told him to sneak me in the middle, not in the beginning because if I lead the line it would be obvious that I was sneaking in.
( The line’s is formed depends on your height, so it would start from the smallest to the highest. I am in average height. )
They laughed at me. So instead leading the way, they sneak me at the back of Andy John, which is better. I also saw Krian, my old best friend but he tried to avoid me.
The scene changed. I am in the middle of the classroom. We were about to have an examination. A guy teacher called me and Gary up. He discuss to us what kind of test he’s about to give us. It’s somewhat about history and journalism. He’s giving us a private recap. He said something about the parts of history. Stressing about headlines and something. He asked us various question, I’m able to answer them though I can’t remember what are those questions. But when he asked Gary, he has no clue. He said “He’s confident that you’re going to get at least 50 in this exam”. Then Pete overheard what our teacher said and seem bit excited. Usually our exam are just 10 or 20 items at most. So when our teacher said it’s going to be 50, he taught it’s going to be easy and he presumed that is the maximum number of items. But our teacher added, “You’re going to get 50 out of 100.” Pete’s dismayed as some of our classmates.
Our teacher continued the private recap and he mentioned this name, “Mandella”. Then I woke up, around 9:25 am.
Aftersleep:
Who’s “Mandella”? I know Mandela, who served as President in South Africa, but this guy has double “L”s. And I thought, we were supposed to be talking about Philippines history.
I am a bit hungry. I think I better look for food first. 
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