I am in the open common area on the ground floor of a modern brick and glass school building and I need to get up to the second floor wing where the classrooms are located. That seems to involve running up a vertical brick wall at the back of the room, so I give it a shot but turn the wrong way into an adjoining wall. When I try again I am on my knees pushing a toy car so I cannot get up enough speed to make it up the wall. Then I notice a flight of oversized stairs in a pearly white and blue color and I follow them up to the classroom wing.
I search through a wad of papers and cardboard in my hand until I find my class schedule. My first class is in room 5. When I open the door I find the classroom is very small, just a few feet wide and deep. I sit down by the door but as I do so, the round portable speaker pinned to my chest bumps the student in front of me in her forehead. She is small and old and frail, her once dark hair now almost entirely white. My little speaker has left a raised purpleish bruise on her forehand and she is upset. The teacher does not seem to mind but another student observes the bruise and agrees that it is a problem. Although I sympathize with the woman's pain I also feel that I have to some extent been set up, and that it is not entirely my fault.
I cannot find my class schedule so I go to the office and the administrator, a woman nicely dressed in light blue, is just leaving. She is carrying my bookbag and I persuade her to pause and look through it. She finds my schedule and hands it to me.
I am in the kitchen/break room next to the office. Another student with very long wavy blonde hair is in the room but I don't speak with her. Instead I sit down near a vivacious black woman who greets me with pleasure and points out that both she and I have soft fingers. She has very dark skin, even on the palm of her hand, but her fingers are pink. I do not know what she means by "soft fingers" but because she is friendly I agree with her. Then I remember that Violet is with me so I introduce her saying that "She is with me", but I immediately regret putting it that way because the woman might think that I am married to Violet.
The student with the long blonde hair leaves the room and checking the time, I realize that she is going to class because the time is "to 5". I look for my schedule to see where my next class is but once again I have misplaced it. I regret that I did not take a photo of it with my cell phone when I had it in hand.