I am sketching in my sketchbook in class, perfecting the shape of these eyes and writing little sonnets to the moon. The teacher, who I dont recognize, sternly asks me to read it outloud and Im like AWESOME. She stops me mid sentence and snatches the book from me, saying that she is going to keep it. I realize in that moment that I have time traveled back and say "The hell you are lady. There is no way I am going to let you keep that." She argues with me, and I boldy stand for it, saying No thats not how this works! She threatens to call the Principle. I snatch the book and head out to the halls. You know how sometimes you have those dreams where you don't know where your next class is and you're freaking? This was one of them, but I knew I had time traveled into that body with my present awareness and so I didn't give a funk. I skidded and danced down the halls in my big black boots. There was this one chick, Sara, who I remember excelled in everything back then, who was also sliding down the halls on her stomach like it was a sheet of ice yelling whoooooo!! I was like thats whatsup! Kids looked at me like I had lost my mind (I suppose I used to be a timid obedient young one in that parallel reality). I displayed all of the playful confidence that I now have and I had a total blast being back there, seeing through the social programming and silliness.
time travel: back to middle school