East Meck Destroyed
Today is the worst day of your life.
You pull up to your reserved parking spot labeled “SPACE CHANCELLOR” like it’s just another day, but you know what the infidels have been saying would happen.
You want to make it as quick and painless as possible. Walk in, grab the diplomas, and start driving out to Bojangles Coliseum before the reconvergence.
But as you step into the office lobby your worst nightmare comes true. You can feel your brain begin to rattle in your skull. Your surroundings become slurred as you lose your balance.
You start to fall down but catch yourself on a shelf, sweeping everything on it off towards the ground. You close your eyes and remind yourself that this is a necessary process.
The shaking stops. You cautiously open one eye and after convincing yourself there is no danger you open the other.
Everything is off but you can’t put your finger on why. Maybe the colors seem duller than they were before, or maybe it’s the absence of the electromechanical beeps you could’ve sworn were accosting your ears mere seconds ago.
You reach for your iconic bright red visor, and instead feel the cheap plastic of mass-produced sunglasses. The rumors are true.
You gather yourself and head for your office. You want this graduation to go as smoothly as rehearsal did. Or didn't the rehearsal run half an hour late? It’s hazy in your mind.
You arrive at your desk, and the pile of diplomas is waiting for you. You can’t recall exactly but you think you remember demanding e-Ink tablets for diplomas, not this cheap paper stuff.
You grab the sheets and head to your car. It is best to not worry about these things right now.
As you make the long drive to the venue, your mind is filled with turmoil. Are you supposed to just address the audience with a microphone or are you going to be projected onto a giant screen?
For some reason you feel you have been given conflicting information about these things. You are deeply anxious and for the first time in your life you don’t feel in charge of your situation.
You begin to doubt even more basic information about today. Was it Bojangles or Truliant that you were going to? You’re riding down Independence and the exit is rapidly approaching.
You desperately weave back and forth, indecisive to an extent that shouldn’t be possible. As the exit comes bolting towards you, you suddenly hear a loud crash and feel your head smack into your steering wheel. Everything goes black.
You wake up surrounded by your staff. Ms. Kinney is gently dabbing your forehead with alcohol wipe. You can faintly hear East Meck’s Alma Mater begin to play and Ms. Kinney whispers to you “Get up! It’s starting.”








