My Digital Imaging classroom is rearranged and much brighter than before. There are no tables in the middle of the room. John is in my class and he is presenting a video multimedia presentation about Kate that I know he is proud of, but he plays it off real well, like it’s just another multimedia presentation. As the video starts, John saunters back over to his seat. The video starts with a stock television field of stars and a dollar bill (a twenty?) grows larger, eventually covering up about a third of the screen. I’m impressed. Another kid in my class starts talking trash to me. I mean, this is a kid, like 12 years old, trying to tell me what’s up. I am kinda mad, but just sit back down and don’t sweat it. I am in a different part of the room than when John was around and when I sit down, a guy from my Color Darkroom class tells me that he’ll take care of the kid. I faintly protest. He kicks the kid’s walkman, an ugly yellow thing, that goes flying across the room into the wall. Everyone looks at me like I did something wrong. I am kind of upset because I didn’t wish this kid any harm and he is obviously very disappointed that his walkman is dead. I go to the office to try to explain away the situation and say it wasn’t me, but am met with little sympathy. I speak in hushed tones. My teacher’s last name starts with an ‘N’.