I decided that it was time for me to face the music - AUT simply isn’t working out for me anymore. I went to hand in my letter of resignation today. My tutors were a little sad to see me go, even Karol. After I cleared out my locker and finished signing the papers, I took them to the admin to finish it up. I didn’t feel so bad once I got to the service desk. There were two other girls also quitting the same course as me. It’s weird how our whole year can barely fill half a lecture hall - yet you don’t get around to meeting everyone. After about 10 minutes of waiting, the clerk called me up to the office. He stamped a few papers and made a few phone calls. I wasn’t sure exactly what he was doing. He jotted down a few notes then hung up the phone. I’m always amazed at how receptionists can jot down so much in a split second. When I try to write as quickly as they do it - my writing looks like a Parkinson’s patient tried to draw a straight line.
The clerk told me to take seat in the room behind the receptionists desks. The other girls from before. There was a woman sitting behind yet another desk. Some councilor or some shit. She made us fill out a quick test. Something about checking mental stability. Is that legal? I’m not so sure. The next thing I knew, there’s bloody red sirens goin’ off left right and centre. A couple of sturdy looking guys came in to take the two other girls away. apparently they failed the test. The woman gave me a look as if to say ‘stay put’. Fuck that, do you think im going to hang around and wait for some sturdy security guys came back for me. Hells-to-the-no. I gapped that shit. What was my train of thought?
”I know, I’ll hide in Albert park.”
Smart. Nothing like hiding in a park believed to be crawling with rapists and drug addicts at night. Perfect. The only problem is, there’s no internet in the park. Or food. Or shelter. So I whipped out my trusty sunglasses and pretended to be someone else. It worked fantastically. The city was crawling with cops looking for this ‘lunatic university student’. News stands were handing out flyers with giant pictures of my face with the caption ‘wanted : dead or alive’. Lucky for me, that picture had been taken in 2009 and ironically- I wasn’t wearing my sunglasses in my ID photo. It was as simple as tagging onto the bus and sitting in the back of the bus. No sweat. I’m a master of disguise. Thanks sunnies.
After the long bus home I thought about a lot of things. It felt like my life had been ruined by AUT. Hell, I probably couldn’t even find a job if I wanted to now. Especially not a graphic design one. Probably everyone in the country knew what I looked like. It wouldn’t surprise me if I wasn’t on the news. I decided that for me to still be able to work in design, I had to create a new identity for myself. I decided that I’d have to find myself a low profile job. Just so I could lay low long enough to make some quick cash. I can always move to Wellington if I need to. I know I have friends who will support me. They know I’m not crazy, right?
Luckily, a woman living on my street was looking for a house keeper. She knew who I was, but she didn’t seem to mind. She told me that she once attended AUT, they did the exact same thing to her when she left. I’m glad to know I’m not the only one that has been manipulated by the faculty. She said that she would let me stay with her at her home. She had blind children, so I didn’t need to worry about concealing my Identity. Everything was great for a couple of days. My boss even gave me a wig so I could go out in public without being exposed. I must say, blonde is definitely not my colour. I look like Hannah Montana.
Everything was well and dandy until one of her nosey neighbors realised who I was. I was officially on the run again. I decided I should go to my last safe place : Dad’s workplace. I began my journey by walking along the beach. After all, everybody knows police don’t go to the beach. It was quite strange, I ran into one of the girls who was taken away by the security guards. Apparently she had broken out of the AUT asylum. After I had ran away from AUT, they had to bulk up their security. She removed her bracelet to show me a giant AUT tattoo across her wrist. I was lucky to escape when I did. She also told me that she had been microchipped, they knew exactly where she was. it was only a matter of time before she was caught. She continued to warn me that Browns Bay was crawling with police and sniffer dogs. I didn’t worry too much. After all, I had my trusty sunnies. I’m a master of disguise.
I continued walking across the beach into browns bay. I noticed the human-shield of policemen, soldiers and ninjas. It looked almost like they were there to stop a riot. I didn’t know that Ninjas were enlisted int New Zealand law enforcement. The game was up. I couldn’t run anymore. They Ninjas took one look at me and began dashing at me from all angles. Each one equipt with a curly-wired telephone. I didn’t even feel the pain when they hit me. Why? Because I was asleep.
I know that the number-one-rule about creative writing is to never end it by ‘~and then I woke up’. But I couldn’t help it. It was just one of those insanely real dreams. So real that I was apparently yelling in my sleep when the Ninjas attacked me. That’s when my mum came in to wake me up. Thank god for mothers.
If I learnt 3 important things from my dream:
Oh my god… I need to stop sleeping and writing so late at night… It’s doing weird things to my mind.