Ma'am R will be hodling a special Math53 class. Everyone under Ma'am R would be attending. However, as I sit in the classroom, I notice faces whom I know are not under Ma'am R.

The scene was rather dark, as though we are in intensified grayscale mode. The classroom isn't one from UP Math Building. In fact, I don't think a classroom of suchlike design exist in the whole UP System.

The class will be some sort of a review class. Before she lets us answer the review questions, she first asks us to form any kind of pixel-map diagram with our seating arrangement. After sometime, the class still can't come up with anything close to a pixel-map diagram. Ma'am R decides to arrange us personally.

She leads us to a room adjoining the classroom. Unlike the classroom, this room is generously illuminated with vibrant colors. At our left there was a long row of curtained compartments. It seems to me, to be some kind of confessional, though surely it will take a whole order of priests to attend to all confessors should every compartment be used at once.

We go inside the confessionals. Ma'am R will pick us randomly and seat us in her pixel-map design. I can see heads poking out from other compartments. I can see A a few compartments away although he doesn't seem to notice I'm there.

I'm one of the first to be picked. I walk the long corridor back to that dismal Math classroom.

Pretty soon, the seats start filling up again. I notice others whip out Math reviewers (supposedly made by Ma'am R) I never knew existed. I examine them curiously.

The door--not the one from the confessional but the one from which we entered this room--opens and I see the Gothic facade of a cathedral. Medieval choir music fills the room with all. It is very much unlike Gregorian Chant yet I know that it must be medieval. It was grand, the kind they play in movies to highlight heart-racing scenes.

At the same time, a rather attractive girl from Computer Science enters the room through the door. She seats at the row behind me, one-seat right from my column. She seems to be knowledgeable with medieval music as she explains the background of the sound we are hearing. Oddly enough, although the door is now closed, the music still fills the room.

I thow in a few comments. No one replies. We start solving. The dream ends.