Dance field trip, Sitting in lunch

Date: 11/18/2019

We were on a field trip somewhere. Chris was wrapping his arms around his girlfriend and I tried not to pay attention. But then later on he was putting his butt on me when we had to do a certain dance and I was laughing and feeling uncomfortable/nervous. Walking back to lunch I used the bathrooms which were new and fancy. And the old bathrooms even had beds to lie in too. I walk by rooms that are not used anymore like a simple hair styling room with flowers on tables and red little hoses over bowls to wash down the hair. We went to lunch and it was almost the setup of my elementary days. I remember my lunch code 2056 and plan to input money the next time since I have none. Chris is nowhere to be seen. I talk to one girl with ziplocks of plants of varying sizes coming out filled with water. She tells me they are umbrella tree plants and I think oh no those are invasive but she tells me she grows them to eat the white flower clusters as she used to do in her home country and I am intrigued. I run into Eman and a girl sitting at one of the tables and I’m like heyy very nice. And I ask her who she is and she’s like... I already told you. And I’m racking my brain but can’t remember but she does have the same face as him. Maybe they are related. I excuse myself to move on. I’m at the front of the cafeteria asking the lady si puedo pagar aqui and she says no and directs me to the front office but still allows me to get food. The food is strangely served on tiny leaves and in little sliced chunks of mangoes mushrooms peppers etc but they also occasionally hand out tiny plates. Everything feels awkward to hold. I’m walking back to the tables slowly and spot Chris who is slightly following me with his gaze but has people sitting all around him already. I don’t want to embarrass myself. I keep walking and see meg with some art people and know I can be nice to her as I always am since I am mature and she is nice too. But the art kids around her complain about me having to move around their mediocre artwork to sit down. One of them says in stenciled hippie colors love is love lust is good I’m gonna have sex now. I am not very welcome and angry say if you wanted a whole private space you should’ve gone to a private school and meg says technically we aren’t in a public school it’s a prep school or some other crap. And I just keep eating I’m not going anywhere.