obvious work and school performance anxiety

I was at a country club on the Chicago shoreline, a tiny bit south of the Loop. There were a lot of people around, and I was trying to find Barry, one of my bosses at my non-laboratory job, to get a pinger from him so I could get people in the Shoreland connected to the internet. Finally I found him, except he looked about 30 years older. I asked him about the pinger, and he just looked irritated at me and left.
Eventually I figured out that this was not Barry, but a relative of his. The people at the country club were having a family reunion. Having learned that, I decided just to go to Room 002 in Max P and try to find another one myself. I didn't want to bug him.
On my way out I ran into Charlie and CHC, who was drinking ginger ale.
"Hey, I heard you're not doing Rescom anymore," he said. This was news to me.
"What? No, I'm an RCA now," I said.
He laughed. "Not for long. Check out the staff page. They replaced your picture with a picture of Steve Urkel."
I looked at him in disbelief. What the hell was that supposed to mean?
"You know what that means," he said. He waved and headed off.
I resumed my efforts to leave, but this time I was stopped in the club's entrance hall by a girl who had been my lab partner once in honors intro mechanics. She was carrying my orange-and-white cooler.
"Hey, did you do the quantum homework?" she asked.
"Uh, no," I said. I was kind of busy.
She started lecturing me about how useless I was and how I should switch majors. This eventually escalated into a shouting match in which I told her my grades were none of her business and I was probably doing better in the course than her anyway, and added that she was probably really boring (I don't know her at all, and I don't think she's even taking QMech). She told me I was stupid and was wasting my education.
Eventually she started hopping around in a fighting stance, indicating that she was going to punch me if I continued to argue with her, so I flicked her in the forehead with a silver 10' USB cable and she ran away, leaving my cooler. I picked it up and headed outside.
Everything outside was supersaturated, like it was already a lomo photo. It looked kind of like the area near Cocoa Beach in Florida, or the Causeway in Sandusky, except with a few orange high-rises; a weird pocket of wealthy suburbia in the middle of the city. I had my camera out and was going to take some pictures when Melinda, another girl from my physics classes, came by and asked if I was going to get on the Metra.
I was, actually. We walked over to the Metra station. We were discussing the Quantum problem set as we filled out our Metra ballots, voting for a ticket to Hyde Park, and the middle-aged lady to my right suggested that we just trade cell phone numbers. We did so.
When I got on the train I realized I already had her number from working at Argonne. Kind of a waste of memory.