I'm at driver's ed. Except it is not the driver's ed building, but OF COURSE IT IS WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT. It is a building I think I have been to once like four years ago when my grade went on an overnight field trip to a nature camp thing. This is the sort of room with taxidermied (is that a word? I don't know. I don't think it's a word.) wildlife all over the place. Anyway. After we put on our Driver's Education Uniforms, which we have, they bring food. But it is cupcakes. And we are all "Cupcakes? We don't want no stinking cupcakes!". So Katherine (who is NOT in my driver's ed class, but was there) and I went to find CAKE. Because that is what we all wanted. And we found cake. There were like eight cakes. They were sitting on metal shelves along the walls of the kitchen, but they were frozen. For some reason we could not bring them back, but everyone was happy anyway, except this one boy who IS in my actual driver's ed class and who I had a class with during one semester of school. He was just kinda sitting there with his hands folded on his lap. Aaaaand then I woke up.