RK is good friends with Obama. I’m sick, but I’ve flown back to school for something with HJ and the rest of my family, and I’m supposed to fly back home for a day and then back to school again on Tuesday. I’m never sure what day it is, so I just keep watching for people to disappear, but no one ever does. Obama keeps showing up at events when RK invites him; they both like outdoorsy things. I wonder how Obama can have so much unstructured free time. He’s funny, wrinkly with large foldy wrinkles, wears a grey polo shirt, and looks slightly heavier and more disheveled than in real life. He reminds me a lot of R, the person’s house we stayed at in Baja. At one point, we’re hanging out in some group of people and we see Malia Obama and Sasha Obama; Malia wears surreal makeup that makes her eyes look Cubist, as well as a black goth getup. I stare at the corner of her Cubist eye. Her sister just has long, wavy, dip-dyed Socal-girl hair and is wearing a white tennis skirt and t-shirt. We’re about to take some sort of college-exit exam. Sasha asks me what the exam is, and I tell her that it’s similar to the high-school exit exam we took in high school in California. She nods in understanding. The group hacks into the system and we watch someone take the test, which consists of 10 questions along the lines of ‘4 + 4?’.