Return to John Glenn

Date: 7/5/2016

I seemed to have still been my age, but was back at Glenn in high school. Chad Billington's mom had called literally everyone in the school (student-wise) attempting to find someone who would make sure he got to class. For unknown reasons, I volunteered. I had a Meijer cart (in which to haul him if he became uncooperative,) a pack of Marlboro/Camel menthols, and a partially inflated balloon with his hours and rooms written on them in Sharpie. I was attempting to get him to his first hour, which was in a room with a long, sprawling room number beginning with a 5, but could not make sense of the room numbering system. I went up and down the halls, side corridors, etc., but could not find the room. At one point in the search, I looked out the window, and saw our old church from North Redford (completely different cities in real life,) and the cemetery marker store next to it (no such place in real life,) and Julia had appeared beside me, and we were reminiscing about how we used to sit beside the cemetery markers on nice days (we didn't.) Although I woke before successfully getting him to class, I DID eventually figure out the numbering system for the classrooms.