Not Where, But When

Chapter 2: Please!

    "Get started on the Warm Up while I do attendance and during the announcements, place" Please.

    I stared at the purple ink on the board for a while.    

        Translate and fill in the meter (dactylic hexameter) for the following:

At regina gravi iamdudum saucia cura

            volnus alit venis, et caeco carpitur igni.

            Multa viri virtus animo, multusque recursat

            gentis honos: haerent infixi pectore voltus

            verbaque, nec placidam membris dat cura quietem.

        From what piece of epic poetry is the passage from? By what author and (optional) what book?

What did all of this mean? I vaguely remember that passage (from Virgil's Aeneid?). I'm sure Mr. Copeland gave us this same warm up once at the beginning of sophomore year. This is too real to be a dream, isn't it? I pulled my ear and winced in pain to make sure that this is reality. Now what do I do?

    "Angelina, please get going on your warm up," Mr. Copeland said. Oops, was it that noticeable that I was just staring off into space? I guess it was...

    "Good morning Redwood Prep!" The excited "Voice of Redwood" came over on the school speaker system. "Here are the announcement for today, August 21, 2017. First off, students, if you do not have a hot lunch, do not wait in the hot lunch line. It clogs up the area around the line and it makes the line longer than necessary. We want to keep the hot line as short and efficient as possible, thank you. Secondly..." I tuned out the announcements and ransacked my brain for my memories of Latin. I haven't taken Latin since I was in 10th Grade! Once I got to 11th, I had Ancient Greek for two years!

    This is too weird. Everything was exactly how it was. I still can't believe that I can still remember my locker number and combination! Good memory, Angelina, good memory! More seriously, did Jessica, Wyatt, and Luke get transported back as well? It was lunch time and my group still had that table near the doors. It really was a terrible location (it's more of an inconvenience in the hot months because when someone would open the door, all the heat would rush into the building, and hit our table first), but we have Wyatt, Justin, Cynthia, and Jessica to blame for that. In front of me were a couple of people form the two most obnoxious cliques of the time: "The Sports Pigs" and "The Big Girl Group" as I used to call them. They were laughing and talking too loudly. I didn't need to hear their whole conversation about the Walking Dead – or whatever TV show they were discussing. In terms of "The Sports Pigs" and "The Big Girl Group," I don't remember much about them, except that the groups as wholes were insufferable – even if the individuals were sufferable themselves. I walked down the main stairwell from the upper level which had the sophomore and junior classrooms as well as a few club rooms to the lower level which held the main rooms (Library, Gym, Cafeteria, Teacher's Lounge, etc) and the freshmen and senior classrooms. Once I got to the lower level, I caught sight of Wyatt walking with Cynthia Xia, who gives violin lessons at GPA in the present, and Justin Kar, who isn't associated with GPA at all. I'm not sure if any of us have even contacted him since graduation. They all were in the Redwood uniform as well, but Justin and Wyatt of course had khaki shorts and a black/brown belt on instead of a Redwood skirt.

    "Hi," I said in approach of the three seniors.

    "Hey, Angelina," Cynthia said. "How were you morning classes?"