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Latest revision as of 23:32, 12 April 2016

That was... disturbing. Just what the hell was that? At any rate, you do still need to get to class. You can worry about strange electric spheres later.

You make your way to the language arts building and find your lecture hall. You spot someone sitting in your usual seat, but it is not all that great a concern to you. The incident you just went through is far more disturbing than just having someone sitting in your seat. Once you have located an empty desk, you sit to listen to the lecture, but you are distracted for most of the class with thoughts about that... thing. Afterwards, you break off into your writing labs. That is when things start to really get strange. It all starts when the grad student in charge of the lab approaches you.

“Excuse me,” he says, “are you in this class?”

“Yeah,” you respond, not knowing how else you would answer a question like that.

“What's your name?” He asks, “I don't think I've seen you in here before.” Once you have supplied your name, he gets a puzzled look on his face and goes back to his computer. “Sorry, I don't see your name on the roster,” he says, “can you give me your student ID number?” You supply this as well, and he quickly keys it in. “I don't think that's your student ID number,” he tells you. What the hell?

“I'm pretty sure it's right,” you challenge him, and rattle off the number you have long since memorized again.

“Yeah, well, according to this that would make you a female red-head named Veronica Heathers in the veterinary tech program. I am pretty sure that is not you.”

“What?” You ask aloud, scrambling for your wallet and pulling out your student ID card. You show him the card and he takes a look at it, confirms the number and matches the photo to your face, and then hands it back to you.

“I don't know what to tell you,” he says, “I would take it up with the registrar's office, but I can't have you in here because you are not registered for this class.”

Rather than argue the point further, you concede defeat and walk out of the class room on his instruction. You just don't get it, you recognize the faces of the other students in that class and the lab-tech called on you the first day in there and has been accepting your work when you handed it to him. There is something very strange going on here. Could it be that you are really going crazy?