Spanish in Kayenta
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I was taking UofA classes in Kayenta. I had all my books out and my schedule was written on about three sheets of paper. It was very unorganized, which is very unlike me. I was walking with Meghan somewhere and there were lots of people walking the opposite direction of us. She grabbed my shirt so we didn't get split up and we walked around these people. We walked to a class we had together which was a lecture hall. But the lecture hall was just an open field in front of the swimming pool with lots of foldable chairs set up in front of it. We sat there chatting and I tried to figure out what this class was by looking at all my papers and dropping my books.There were four or five people standing at the front of all the chairs and they told us that if there was a certain number and letter, like 38a, on our schedule, then we were to gather to the left of the lecture area. I was in that group, so I told Meghan that we'd get to hang out in lecture.
I grabbed my stuff and threw it all in my back pack. Some guy next to me helped and made a joke about all the stuff I was carrying. I patted Meghan on the head and walked over to where they told me to go. There were two women standing there with a chain of rings. They told the people walking over to their section to grab a ring, do something with it, then break it off and walk to where the seats for their section were. I walked up and had no idea what to do. They told me to grab a ring. I did. They told me to blow through it. I did. Then they told me to pull on it, and it would break off of the chain of rings. They were held together by a really flimsy piece of metal; it wasn't just ring, ring, ring. The ring was really thin. It was like if I rubbed my fingers around the edge, it would cut me. They didn't tell me if I could keep it or what, but they did tell me to grab a soda out of the ice chest. I dropped the ring in the ice chest and grabbed a 20 oz. bottle of Coke.
I walked over to the "classroom," which consisted of crappy desks on a three-level platform. The first level of the platform was about 4 1/2 feet above ground level, but there was a chair on the ground to step on and climb up to a desk. Most of the desks in the shade were taken, except for one desk. I went over to it but I didn't want to sit there because I didn't have a good view of the surrounding landscape because the swimming pool building was covering it. So I decided to sit in between two guys I didn't like that much.
One of them was some dork who always tried talking to me and taking my nachos when I was a freshman in Kayenta, and the other guy was Alec Gilmore. I asked him why he was here because he didn't go to UofA. He said he went to ARCC or something like that; the Arizona Republicans' Community College. He sat there drawing on his paper and I tried to get organized.
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What's with all the dreams about going home?