The alarm clock awoke me with a start. It scared me as if I had been cought doing something bad. I remembered having a bizarre dream again, but that was as much as I remembered. Sitting on the edge of my bed, trying to remember what it used to be to be teached rather than to teach, I feel like uncertain and unconfident- as if I don't really know what to do anymore.<br/><br/>The trip around town the two days ago had proved fruitless, and I was back where he had started.<br/>Maybe I should just forget about all this... It would sure be more simple that way.<br/><br/>I walk into class as always: a quick walk towards my podium where I leave my stuff and off with the class. I look for the familiar face but Alicia isn't there. I feel a pang of fear- like a premonition - but I brush it off as something normal. Maybe she just skipped class like with the others...