This was weird. Super weird. Little did I know that it would get weirder - and fun.

It was quiet in the classroom. My old classroom. And cold. I shuddered and hugged myself. I had forgotten how cold it was here. Soooooo cold that I was unable to concentrate on my work. Speaking of work, I took notice that a sheet was on my desk. I stared at it and let out a gasp.

This was not just any sheet. It was a test. No wonder that it was so quiet. Students were taking a test. I did not know that there was a test today. To make things worse, it was a math test that I was not ready for.

I was going to freak out - but realized that something was not quite right.

My old teacher was sitting at her desk and writing on papers. I guessed that she was grading work because she was making marks. Not wanting her to see that I was not working and to not get in trouble, I scooped up my pencil that had been lying next to the test and started solving all the equations. Actually...I was not solving any of them and instead was doodling. Sweat poured down my forehead as I leaned forward in my seat.

"What is going on?" I said to myself. "What the heck am I doing here? Mom told me and my brothers that she was not taking us to school today. And if she did change her mind, then why did she take us to our old school? It does not make any sense."

I glanced up at the whiteboard. My old teacher used to write the date on the board. I assumed that it was today's date - but I was wrong.

Today was April the 18th. But according to what was written on said board...it was May the 23th.

Not the correct date.

Thinking that the teacher made a mistake, I shot my hand in the air. She thankfully noticed my hand and smiled at me.

"Yes, Carmen? Is it about the test?"

I shook my head and pointed at the board. If I could remember her last name, then I would have said it. I do not have the greatest memory.

"I have a question about the date."

"You mean today's date?"

"Yes."

"What about it?"

I hesitated. "...I hate to tell you this...but it is wrong."

I heard some of the students snickering.

The teacher had a puzzled look on her face now. "Are you trying to tell me that I wrote the date wrong?"

"Yes, but I am telling you nicely. Today's date should be April the 18th, not May the 23th."

She rubbed her chin and turned around in her chair to check her calendar. She looked back at me. "I am sorry, Carmen, but I am afraid that you have all your dates mixed up."

Mixed up? I did not have my dates mixed up...did I?

It took me a few seconds to process what she said to me. I put down my pencil and laid back in my seat. "I thought for sure that it was April the 18th," I said.

"You do not have to be embarrassed," my old teacher reassured me. "Mistakes like this happen all the time to the best of us. But I appreciate the kind gesture."

"'Time,'" I repeated.

I had been so focused on trying to make sense of this that I forgot that I still had on the watch. I brought it up to my face and checked the time. It was after nine o'clock in the morning.

"Carmen," the teacher said. "I did not know that you were wearing that watch."

"Y-you did not?"

"No." She fiddled with her pen. "Where did you ever get such a gorgeous watch?"

"It...it is a long story. But basically, my grandparents gave me this watch and a music box because both of them passed away."

I assumed that she would give me her condolences - but nope. She acted like that they were still alive and said, "They could not have passed. They dropped you off earlier."