Username's phantasmagoric dream journal of psychedelic delirium

I was in my an English class with only two or three other people. It was dimly lit and had all sorts of interesting nick knacks scattered throughout the class room. I think we were in some sort of elite English class or something. It was the first day of my new class, and I walked in the last of everyone. The weird thing was that it felt like the first time I met my English teacher even though I've been in class with her almost every other day for the past year or so. I can't remember exactly what we were discussing either. I remember it was late in the day too, so it might have been an after school club or something...