Intolerance

I was in a house with some Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. They were old and wheezy.

I went out to the street and worked on my job review. I wrote it almost like a novel. It started raining and it all smeared.

I picked up a copy of the Picante Times and saw that I had written an article in it. It made me proud to see my byline again. A homeless man started yelling at me about what I had written and I ran away.

I was back in my high school. A current authority figure was my teacher. She told me I would have to stay out of her class today-- her mother was going to visit and she would be offended there was a Jew in class. I was stunned speechless. Later that day I passed her on the crowded stairs in between classes and she reminded me not to come to her class. "I'm Jewish, everyone!" I yelled. "I'm Jewish!" I immediately regretted my outburst and feared the repercussions. She caught up with me and took me into an empty classroom to explain that she wasn't prejudiced, but she had to respect her mom. I burst into tears and told her how terribly offended and furious I was about the situation. I told her there was no way her mom would ever even know I was Jewish unless she told her. She disagreed; my nose gave it away. She tried to make me feel better by telling me she wasn't allowing Walter in class, either-- on account of his homosexuality. "Walter isn't gay!" I shouted. "I went on a few dates with him and college and I can guarantee he is at least bisexual!"

Nostalgia

I was back on the U of M campus. I had one more task to complete before I could leave-- a sort of final: I had to fry a slab of beef on the sidewalk by Northrup. Karlee called to say she was done with her article so I went over to the Daily to edit it. Jim was furious that I would usurp his powers as her editor and break the chain of command. I told him I could break the chain of command whenever I wanted to. He got violent, and I used the moves I learned in my self defense class to beat him back. I used a desk for leverage and launched both of my heeled boots into his gut. I ran down the stairs yelling that he was a pervert.

I was trying to get home and used the "M" bridge by my old apartment building to get to University Avenue and try to catch a bus. I glanced at the cityscape from that vantage and felt sad that I wouldn't be able to have my wedding pictures there. I hopped on an open-top Campus Connector and we sped down frat row. I was holding a giant red exercise ball that was annoying the guy sitting in front of me.

I got off the bus when I saw signs for the No. 4 bus stop and ran into Bryce. He didn't see me so I tapped him on the shoulder. He was shocked that I was there, but had to run off to finish his finals. He left before I could tell him Matt and I were engaged. The 4D (for Denver) bus rolled up and I boarded, thinking how convenient it was that there was a bus that went all the way from the U of M to my apartment in Portland.