School Desks

Date: 2/26/2019

I'm in what appears to be Lutj's room at my high school, taking my grad level classes (cf. 24 Jan 19). Yates gives us an exam and I do pretty well. There seems to be a break before the next class, and I use the time to study. I'm at a desk in the corner, by the teacher's desk and the door to the classroom to the left, which is open. I'm sweaty, so I take my blue Metallica tee shirt off, which I figure is okay because we aren't in class. Some girls I don't recognize are around. Now it's time for the next class. The new teacher is here and I don't recognize her. We have to move the desks around. A lot. Like 10 minutes later we're still moving the desks around.