I'm off to class, down by the portables. I have no shoes on. Irene laughs at me, and wonders why I bothered taking my shoes off in the first place. It begins to rain, and I inwardly curse myself for having taken my shoes off. A bunch of people have a "murderous" intent towards me; they all want to kill me. They used to be my friends. A big guy stands beside me, and he protects me. I don't know who he is. I get to class, and it turns out to be my Methods class. Everyone is moving the tables around, and I don't understand whats going on. My feet are freezing.