On Friday something came over me, and I felt I really didn’t want to back to school even with the prospect of my former speech teacher being my teacher this semester. I noticed something funny though my class this semester is going to be held in the same room as my last class was. It’s a pretty nice room there are some little rooms inside it. Now I can tell my dad I know where it is, or I could just point to a random building on a map. Then I had a silly thought what if my old speech teacher had taught that last class I took and was miserable in? You know like an alternate timeline or something.