This one:

I'm quitting because my manager pisses me off. As a result, I'm leaving about two weeks before the end of school ("School?" you say. Yes, school, I say.) and missing graduation with all my friends. This is OK, because I already have a college diploma. I've said goodbye to all the old friends (some of whom I know from Seattle) and on my way out I start to say goodbye to Mr. Wolfe.

He says we'll go up to the new fourth-floor library, with the big circular window. We go up and look out the window watching all the kids stream out and mill around on the grass. Mr. Wolfe asks calmly if my Dad is going to come by. Tears stream down my face and I try to remember everything Mr. Wolfe was to me and everything he would never be again.

Between the tears and goodbye, I wake up.

If it doesn't make sense to you, it's because you weren't asleep.