"Get to know all about your surroundings," Mr. Solomon began. "When you know exactly where you are and what's around the corner, you're enabled to spend more time fighting, thinking, and landing on your feet. In addition, knowing your surroundings makes it easier to plan battle-winning strategies."
I thought of my dream last night. One of my biggest questions was my location. This would probably be a good made-for-note-taking lesson from Mr. Solomon as he shared spy wisdom from his hot spy self.
"Now," he continued as I poised my pen for writing notes. "I know that some of you – " (He looked straight at me) "already know your way around campus better than all the staff combined. So your homework assignment for the next two weeks is to get to know the town of Roseville, Virginia."
A few girls let out shrieks, yelps, and 'woot-woor's and exchanged high-fived. To them, getting to know the locals and hang out around town was the life, especially since teenage guys are included in the 'locals' package. To me, going into town was a dreaded mission, assigned by me: avoid Josh at all costs. I mean, my ex-boyfriend is dating the only friend other than Josh that I really have in Roseville: DeeDee. Now I'll tell you how awkward it is running into Josh and DeeDee: eleven on a scale of ten. Yea, that awkward.
Anyways, Mr. Solomon waited for us to finish not-so-patiently, leaning up against his desk. He cleared his throat. "Are you ladies ready for your homework assignment or shall I pass this onto the seniors?" My class immediately settled down while I continued to mentally bang my head against my desk.
"This was a very, very, very controversial decision, but eventually your headmistress and I decided that this would be the best way for you all to get to know the locals." Spit it out, I thought.
"For the next two weeks, you will no longer be the graduating class of 2010 of the Gallagher Academy for Exceptional Young Women." There were gasps and 'what?'s all across the room.
"You will be the graduating class of 2010 – at Roseville High School."
I don't know what Mr. Solomon said next. Because I passed out.