Transfer?

Date: 12/30/2018

The dream started before the first day back to school from Winter Recess. My dad and I were going to my “old school” since I was transferring to a new highschol, Cardinal Spellman. I was so excited because I hated the school I was currently in. He was getting annoyed with me because we took the wrong B Train, we took the b train to 135th uptown, when it there doesn’t go uptown, only downtown. (None of this happens irl). Then it was the next day, and I was excited to go to my new school. I put on my uniform and went on the train, and got to Baychester Avenue at 8AM. School started at 8:30, so I had time left. When I was walking to the school, everything was more vibrant. The tress were bigger, the school looked different, there was a classroom outside for science classes, and there was a large hill to get up to the school, and you had to go up a lot of stairs, but they weren’t steep, so it was okay. I went outside the school and my 2 friends from my old high school were there playing soccer. They didn’t go to the school I was going to, but they were there anyways since a lot of people went there before their school started to play. My friend Terrance said “what are you doing here?” And I said, this is my new school! I transferred!. My other friend Fily looked really disappointed. I went inside the building of the science classes, since school didn’t start yet, and went inside. There were some teachers doing some stuff, and I saw my old middle school teacher and this scary looking teacher next to him. I went inside and they both said “what are you doing here?” angrily. My friends followed me inside, but they didn’t get mad at them. I then said proudly “I’m a new student here!”, and the scary looking teacher said “no you aren’t, we don’t accept transfers until 10th grade,11th-“ I then opened my mouth to say that I was a second semester 9th grade transfer, but my teacher from middle school, Mr Patterson, said that he knows that’s possible, but the second semester hasn’t started yet, it starts in 18 days. My friends then looked at me about to die of laughter and I was so embarrassed. The lady teacher then escorted me outside and started to critique me in front of everyone. She said “your skirt is way too short and your shirt isn’t even tucked in or iron, how can you consider yourself one of our students !” I said I was really sorry, and she continued to talk about how short my skirt was, and that you could see my butt, when really you couldn’t and she was exaggerating. I said sorry again and she said “I realllyyyy DONT like you” and I walked out of the school crying.