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You wake up. Someone is screaming. Someone is always screaming. “What are they celebrating?” you ask your roommate. They don’t know. No one ever knows.

It’s finals week. Your final begins at 8 AM in room 100 of the main hall. You finish your final and stand up, only to find yourself waiting outside of room 100 with other anxious students. It is 7:54 AM. You don’t remember walking here.

You buy another Red Bull with the last change in your pocket. “That’ll be $3.57″ the cashier says. You stare at her. She works here all the time. You cannot remember seeing another cashier.

It’s time to enroll in classes and the enrollment system is down. You call the school’s IT department. “But it says you’re already enrolled,” they say. You check your account. You are not enrolled. You have never been enrolled.

“Try the library,” the girl suggests when the study room is full. Exhausted, you wander around the study room for hours. When you finally find an empty seat, a girl in a lime green sweater rushes over and sits down. The chair creaks. She sat at the last empty desk you found. She’s sat at every empty desk you’ve found.

You pose for a picture with the school mascot. “Help me,” he whispers through his mask. You look startled, and the student holding the camera grimaces. The next week, the school unveils a new mascot uniform. It doesn’t have a mouth.