Not a Violin Virtuoso
Attack of the Heavy Machinery
Shaft! Wait, no...
A Dream Within a Dream
Dave and Randomness
Fun at College
Broadway Baby
The Results of Orientation
Classes Begin at College
First Week at College
The Storm
Thank God it Wasn't Another Pool Party!
Orientation
No Escape
Pool Party II
Paris and Ioan: A Beautiful Combination
Fairly Nightmare-ish
Pool Party
A Moorland Graduation
The Angry Russian
Tuesday Night
"Who Let the Dogs Out?"
Will I "Survive" at College?
Around the Campfire
"My Toilet Runneth Over with Love [for *NSYNC]"
My Cameo on "Survivor"
Bones, Bones, Bones!
A Quest for a Toilet
Starring Me as Jesus
A Trip to Japan
"Scream"?
Tifty
"The Scarlet Pimpernel" Continues to Plague Me
Terry and Bruno and Spanakopita -- Oh My!
Yet Another Baby
An Invasion
I Can Play Any Part

I am a tree
Running (2002)
guns n roses
homecoming and cookie buying?
my life dream
Trying to Forget Your Name
Bon Jovi
VII. The Forest Cathedral
red blanket and pop auction
the orange gun
the fantastic
People of the Present ina Place of the Past
Backdoor Dream
..Walking a bird...
horror in space
Madonna in Greece
Her
Contact Lens
Public Shower
Going Bald
fettuccine, hiking and power puff girls
I Want My MST3K
jen and the parade (alternate ending)
Dead Bodies
The Olympics..........i think!

Author: jeyre





It was the day we were scheduled to leave for Congrès -- a statewide French competition for high school students. I left gym class and began to make my way to fourth period French, though in the dream it was only second period. It was a Tuesday, by the way (in reality, we will be leaving for Congrès on a Thursday).



I was feeling terribly overwhelmed. I'd just had my two big toenails removed (I went through this in "real life" last week) and was totally stressed. I hadn't prepared for any of my events for Congrès -- I hadn't memorized my poem, I hadn't studied for casse-tête (brain brawl), and I hadn't prepared for my scholarship interview. I also hadn't packed a suitcase.



On the way to the French classroom, I took a very strange route past the administrative buildings. While walking, I passed Kate, who was also competing at Congrès. I asked her, "When are we leaving?" Her reply? "Right now."



Holy shit. I panicked, and ran to French class. There were about three people in the room, including a little boy. It was very dark.



I explained to my French teacher my toe surgery and she was very upset and sympathetic. But the issue of my not being prepared was never resolved.



Shift!



I was now at an unknown location, watching "Survivor" with a group of people I'd never seen before in my life. The episode that was on had apparently been filmed during my gym class and I had conveniently stepped into a shot.



Barramundi was competing in a reward challenge, I believe, on my school's football field. My gym class was on the field and along with some of my peers, I stepped directly into the path of the camera.



So, behind all the "Survivor" contestants, you could see a bunch of kids in white shirts and purple gym shorts. I was throwing a basketball around. Why I had a basketball on the football field is beyond me.



Somehow, I was able to rewind and pause "Survivor," which would indicate that it had been taped. But it was my first time seeing that episode and I never miss an episode!



I somehow zoomed in on myself and I looked different -- more attractive, I felt. I then noticed "I" wasn't wearing my usual shoes. What if that wasn't me!? I wasn't sure anymore. Maybe I'd been cut out of the shot. That was very disappointing.



Next thing I knew, I was at home. My mom was going to drive me to Orlando and Congrès, since I had missed the bus. We were both really excited and I suddenly felt prepared. I told her about the "Survivor" episode and she was a little embarrassed that we'd screwed up the scene. We both agreed it was so tacky to be filming on a high school football field instead of the Australian outback.

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