I had a strange dream where someone from my old school called my parents and told them I had to go back to high school. I was furious because I had finished high school years ago, but there was no way out—I had to go. The next morning, I was walking to school. It was a 30-minute walk, but I was so lost in thought that I walked on autopilot, barely paying attention to where I was going.
As I got closer, I suddenly realized I had been walking in circles. That’s when I finally started paying attention to my surroundings and headed toward the school, passing a football field. Somehow, everything felt off. The closer I got to school, the stranger things became. I found myself walking through a forest, and there was this wooden path suspended over almost nothing, with barely any ground beneath it. As terrifying as it was, it was the only way to reach the school. I hurried across the path and finally arrived.
At the entrance, the guard lady was sitting in her glass booth, and oddly enough, the president of my country was there too. I felt a wave of embarrassment and didn’t want to look at the lesson schedule, but I knew I had math and didn’t know which classroom it was in. I wandered through the entire school. The first classroom I entered was full of teachers, deep in discussion. They didn’t look happy to see me, so I quickly left.
As I passed by more classrooms, I started to feel helpless. I was already 15 minutes late. One of my classmates messaged me, saying we had a new math teacher who was incredibly strict, asking questions that no one could answer. Panic set in—if I walked in so late, she would be furious. But I had no choice. I had to finish high school, or my life wouldn’t be normal.
I asked my classmates which room they were in and made my way to the math class. When I walked in, all eyes were on me. The teacher looked directly at me and said, “If you can answer my question, you may sit down. The question is: which direction does light go if it can’t travel in a straight line?”
