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[Action: Kevin walks through door of classroom on first evening of night class ]

[Action: quickly scanning the room, Kevin's eyes alight on one person; his eyes go wide { closeup of eyes } ]

Kevin: { whispered } “Oh my gawd...”

[Action: Kevin stumbles back out door of classroom, wades a few feet away ]

[Action: enter M, who gets up from the front row of the classroom and jogs out the door after Kevin ]

[Action: M catches up to Kevin, their eyes meet once again ]

M: “Wait! Kevin?”

Kevin: { with an almost imperceptible hint of disgust } “Oh my gawd, it is you”

[Action: M puts her hands on Kevin's upper arms ]

[Action: Kevin makes lazy, unspirited attempt to break free ]

M: “Please don't blow me off... Just wait”

Kevin: { with shock and disbelief evident } “What the hell are YOU doing here??”

M: { without an ounce of irony in voice } “I'm in this class”

Kevin: “What?? This is an upper-level business foundation course”

M: “I know--it's my first upper-level class”

Kevin: “So, last thing I knew of you, you barely had a ninth grade education, you were snorting coke up your nose and fucking two guys out in the open at a party”

M: { embarrassed and aware of all the passing eyes suddenly on her } “That was a long time ago; I've cleaned up my life and made alot of changes; you should learn to keep your mouth shut once in a while”

Kevin: “Oh... sorry; so...” { long pause } “you're really in this class?”

M: { visibly swallowing her pride } “Let's go sit down, it's almost time for class; we'll talk during the break”

Kevin: { still somewhat dazed } “Okay”

[Action: Kevin and M reenter classroom together ]

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And that's pretty much the way it happened. Can you believe it? It's the most improbable scenario. It probably violates causal virtue.

It was, of course, a dream I just woke up from. Sometimes, though, I do wonder what became of M. It seems too easy to just say she's gotta be either dead or in prison. It would be pretty easy to forecast drug addiction, a sleazy and short-lived porn career, a miserable marriage, several welfare kids squirted out, a trailer, and/or alcoholism as well.

But what if she really did turn things around? Becoming normal--that is, able to hold a job, keep an apartment, pay for a running car, keep the drugs to a low roar, maybe read a magazine article here and there--would be a great advance for her.

I have had a moment or two of panic here and there at school and in town when I thought, for a second, that I was looking at she. And as this diary post explains, I do have dreams (sometimes pleasant, often unpleasant) from time to time about what might have happened.

Next time: situation brief returns with #5!