Sunday, March 9th

I was back in high school. I was trying to find the table where I'd get my registration information: what class was I taking, which locker was mine, etc. I asked my cousin (who I did go to high school with) and he said he had no idea. I had a feeling he was lying.
I finally found it, registered, and wondered if they sold locker locks at the campus store. They didn't.
I sat down on some steps to look through the course materials I'd gotten. Just for safe measure, though, I pulled down my pants a little bit--just low enough to show my boxers. Soon enough, my friends Luisa and Charlene walked by. They said hi to me and I stood up and immediately got really embarrassed by my loose pants.
My cousin Tomas then showed up in his van and invited us to take a drive. I got in and he backed out of the school and started going really fast. He kept going backwards and kept barely avoiding accidents.
I asked him to slow down and he said he was fine and when I asked him where we were going, he said that out by the airport. I thought to myself that at the first chance I got, I'd get off. Everyone was laughing and talking and Tomas was driving and I wondered why he was such a bad driver. I considered the fact that he was Asian, but I thought there was probably something else to it.