The day that classes started, I was dressed to impress. I was wearing a black vest with fringe around the arm holes, gauchos, and sparkly gray striped knee-high socks with brown old-lady shoes.
I was freaking out because I haven't been in high school for a while, and I couldn't remember if I was supposed to have my schedule beforehand, or if I should just show up and get my schedule on the first day. Luckily that problem was solved by opening a very official-looking piece of mail that ended up having all the information I needed.
So, I was off to Dunlap High again.
But first I had to stop by Monica's Futuristic Trailer Home to get my vision tested. I stepped into the Vision-Testing Pod and looked through a pair of binoculars. Several images scrolled by that a computer asked me to identify. Bowling Ball! Corn! Pair of Scuba Sheep?
When I finally made it to school, there was a rumor buzzing around that the D.A.R.E. Officers were on the premises. Someone said, "Lauren, they're going to freak out about your license plate, and they'll probably search your car or kick you out!" (My license plate says Yayo).
Even though a search would result in nothing, since I'm not a crack dealer, I was very upset. I guess I just didn't want that much negative attention drawn to me on my first day of my second time in high school.
As if my outfit wouldn't have done that already.
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