I don't even like France

In the top floor of a big but sort of rundown house I was avoiding going to sleep on my top bunk bed in a room with 3 other bunkbeds. I started talking to someone about studying in France. We figured out it would be twenty thousand dollars for a year and I think my parents were going to pay for it. Next thing I’m driving to Iowa City to sort things out for me to study abroad and also so I could watch the football game that night. On the way there in my old Saab, some guys were in the middle of the interstate waving a flag for Korea. Mike, an old neighbor of mine, was one of them. I knew about the soccer game between them and France and I yelled at the flag wavers to fuck off and GO FRANCE!! After I yelled at them my car warped into a raggity mobile with my old desk chair leading. I felt exposed. It changed back to a car. I pulled over to pee and rest for a minute, unsure of where along I-80 I was. The rest stop was huge and while I was walking in the halls looking for a bathroom I ran into Shayna. Apparently this rest stop is also part of a school and she has been going to a class here. She was really upset and got a not so good grade on a project that she just got back. She told me she was going to kill herself in the bathroom and I was like holy shit no you’re not! So I had to follow her around for awhile. I got to pee and I asked her how she was going to do it. She didn’t have a gun. She cut of pieces of her wet hair and sprayed it with hairspray. Her plan was to push the hardened pieces of hair into her wrists. I told her I didn’t think it’d work and she should just give up and live. Chatting in the small cafeteria while I was getting antsy to get back on the road and then feeling guilty for that, we ran into my dad and the dean of something at Iowa. They were on a bus heading towards Iowa. I said damn I’d rather drink and ride the bus than have to drive myself. So without grabbing any of my clothes I packed, I just jump on the bus with Shayna. After we’d been on the bus I realized I didn’t remember where my car was parked and also I was sans-bra. I decided just to deal with it tomorrow and enjoy the free ride. Once in Iowa City I stopped in at this class final I forgot about. I needed a final sculpture project stat so Shayna lent me the project she got back earlier that day for the shit grade. The top wooden frame was about two feet long and had really thin cuts of wood that looked like window blinds. The blinds were painted to look like a sunrise/set. I was presenting “my” project and it was going pretty well until the teacher started flipping through them. When she flipped they got a lot wider and was the first time I noticed there was writing on the inside! Oh jesus it says all this shit about Shayna. Shayna was in the room watching and laughing at me. I told the teacher I didn’t like that part of it and it wasn’t meant to be looked at. She bought that much and I passed.

I have a lot of dreams where I go back to school. Sometimes even as far back as elementary school, they find in their records that I didn't complete a class or need to redo a grade.