Random Scrap:
Thursdays became the favourite part of my week. Our classes started at the same time so Akira would give me a lift and drop me off at back of the parking lot. The feeling of cold in the mornings were in contrast with a sun and clear sky above us. The American Politics, taught by Mrs. Scarfe, was super stimulating and demanding at the same time. By the time it had finished the temperature would rise to a level comfortable enough for a sweater. I would then meet Akira again and drive with him to Carl's Junior. Over those months we had developed our soundtrack. This really started back in the summer when we would drive around Palm Desert, windows rolled down, singing (screaming?) Wham's "Last Christmas". Now if you sat in the back of the Honda you would be probably be subjected to listening to Enrique Iglesias and, on occasion, some Japanese Pop. Our standard Carl's Junior order was now a 99c Spicy Chicken. There was always a group of retirees reading morning newspaper sitting just next to our usual table. After the breakfast we drove back home, take a nap and continue with the rest of the day.