Last night I dreamt that I was at the school where Boyfriend teaches, but instead of Boyfriend being the teacher, it was my dad. It was a private school that was on the edge of the woods (oddly similar to my high school in real life) and the building was tall, rectangular and tan-colored. My Dad was teaching and I was a student. I had a lot of classes with some boy that I apparently had a crush on; he and I were at least friends because we always sat next to each other in class. We helped each other in the subjects that we struggled in, respectively. We were in study hall and a few older boys came in and sat down at our table and started talking to me, befriending me, but I was skeptical, naturally. After they left, my crush told me to ignore them, they obviously were only interested in "one thing" and I shouldn't give in to that, I was better than that. One of the older boys had seemed really genuine, though, and I coudln't stop thinking about him. All of a sudden, the fire alarm started going off in the school and all of us had to evacuate the building. There was more to this one, more plot advancement, but I can't remember now... I think it was that I coudln't find my dad and was convinced that he was stuck somewhere inside the school so of course I started freaking out and tried to go back inside to find him, but there was something blocking my way, so I started to get hysterical.

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Your high school let you just sit wherever? We were, with the exception of about 7 (give or take) of my total classes over the course of four years, always seated alphabetically.
Ha, really? I guess that's a benefit of the private school system, for me. ;)
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