high school dream
My high school saxophone teacher is doing a strange mechanical dance in the middle of the schoolyard. As he steps and twitches, clicking sounds come from his mouth; he cannot speak except by doing the dance. Nearby, someone is blowing bubbles that turn into balloons.
I get in a lift with my English teacher from year eleven. She is carrying a big pile of yearbooks that she wants people to sign. Someone else in the lift sneers and asks why she doesn’t just use the iPhone app.
