Voices

<PERSON> I was going into a math class. It was the last day of the semester (not sure if it was high school or college). As I was walking in, I could not remember if I had gone to this class during the semester more than a few times. I was thinking about the grades she had posted for me, and there were some holes and about as many grades. Ugh what was I going to do? I sat down and there was a shorter, kind of stout black woman teaching the class. She was very lax and laid back. I was starting to wonder if she had even held class for half the semester. She handed out a test, our last one of the semester. It was a multiple choice test. The questions had little to no math relevancy. I do not remember them specifically right now, but the first one had some numbers in it, but the question was silly, and the next ones just had nothing to do with math at all. Man, this teacher must not care at all. I then "remembered" taking another test like that with her before and getting a bunch of them wrong. It did not seem like there should really be any wrong answers since it was so silly... I later saw the teacher somewhere outside of class. Also, something about writing two papers on two different books or pieces of writing. It was and extra credit assignment for the math class. I was not sure if I needed it or not, but I was not going to take my chances. I could not decide which one I wanted to choose to write on for the second one (I had already picked the first out). I would start writing in purple sharpie, but then I would scribble it out. I asked someone, maybe the teacher, about what I should do. She gave me some suggestions on what pieces to write about. Then, something about Dallas and I having had a baby, a girl. Someone else was taking care of her, my mom I think. The baby then decided that she did not want to be here anymore, and wanted to start over again from a newborn. I think she got really depressed about something. So she did that, and was an infant again. I then was wondering if Dallas and I should keep trying to have a baby since we had one already apparently. I then went to go see my daughter. I asked someone where she was and they told me that <PERSON> was watching her. I started to go down into this basement area that was supposed to be the break room at <PERSON>'s, either down some stairs or a ladder. I started to see the tops and backs of these ladies' heads. They were two very gossipy ladies at <PERSON>'s. They were sitting down on the couch watching TV. I did not really want to interact with them, though <PERSON> was their friend. I went down there all the way. I saw that it looked as if some of them literally were living in the break room. Interesting. I did not see <PERSON> or the baby anywhere. I then asked someone something. I then saw this pink dollhouse/cage thing that had plastic, interchangeable cribs in it. I was flipping through the different ones, watching them come up through the floor (I think I was pushing a button to change them out), when I heard R's voice. She is a lady that I work with at the bakery. She was saying "Sen and Simpy! Sen and Simpy!" (meaning <PERSON> and <PERSON>). She was talking about the themes of the cribs they were using for the baby. I kept flipping through them and did not see any like that, though sometimes, two cribs would pop up, and then five.