06-23-2013, 11:28 AM
(06-23-2013, 05:09 AM)Notalone Wrote: Last night I was in a classroom of my old elementary school, you know, the one where I used to lock myself up in the bathroom every day,
and we had to make a test. *shivers* There were a pile of questions written ever so chaotically on a chalkboard and I didn't understand why the questions were presented that way and when I asked the teacher and he just looked at me and smiled, which was rather unsetteling. Anyway, everybody else in the room seem to have no trouble whatsoever so I began to write down the questions first but then everything on the chalkboard turned into jibberish, it didn't make sense at all. So I thought; oh well. Same old, same old. I guess that's how I always felt during my entire school period, which was slightly traumatic.
Sounds like 3D: "classrom", a "test", and when you try to figure things out, everything turns into jibberish. Teachers are just smiling, everything is chaotic, and nothing makes any sense.
And Wanderers have been through this before, so they might think - same old, same old, but slightly traumatic.
