Grading Rocks  I'm at my high school, Armstrong High School, taking one of my college classes, Historical Geology. The teacher is my college professor, Greg Welters. We are looking at the grades. We are lined up going into a room. There is a box of small, rounded cylinder pebbles that are painted different colors and that have designs on them. The colors and designs denote different grades. My friend from high school, Marybeth Neumann, is in front of me in line. She looks at my grade, and then says out loud that I got a C+, and that Nancy Meyer, who is a classmate of ours, is getting an A+. I don't mind that she looked at my grade, but I don't like that she said it out loud. In class, Professor Welters talks to me about something. I miss out on a sheet that he told everyone to hand in because we were talking. My high school classmate Lyle Zeffman is there. He tells me of a lake in Canada, near Los Angeles, to go fishing. It is in Quebec.  There is a boy that is riding a bicycle on a freeway ramp. I am then on a small bicycle riding up an exit ramp of a freeway. It is difficult to pedal, but I do. People are watching me. I fall into water, and make it out of the water. I ride the bicycle over an overpass. I ride on the freeway, and then on the side. I may be Asian. I go down a hill, which is like a narrow cement boulevard along the freeway. The bicycle goes very fast! At the bottom of the hill there are roots and rocks like on a portage in the Big Resort Area. There is an Asian boy at the bottom of the hill. This boy is talking about religion. He says he can see it.