Old School

I have decided to return to high school (this seems to be more sociology experiment than credit recovery). It becomes increasingly difficult to remain incognito as the number of former classmates who still attend is astoundingly high; Brian What's-His-Name (he was friends with Wes and Chris and lived in our neighborhood) outs me in the middle of English class. While struggling through my classes I come to the realization that the real reason I have come back is because I don't know what to do with my life (apparently my brain has determined I am not an intelligent enough audience to glean the deeper meaning from a dream and has resorted to laying it all out there for me).