Kathryn cooked me fried eggplant for dinner. And I drank a raw egg to prove I could.
I’m supposed to start class next week. That’s a foreign concept to me. I haven’t prepared at all. No wait, I have a pencil and a highlighter they gave me at orientation back in July. I never really did any of the things I was supposed to do and now I forgot what they were. I never went back to bunker hill at all. I don’t even know if I’m still registered to the classes. I only vaguely understand what that phrase means. I don’t know what credits are, or how loans really work, or what a grant is. I don’t know anything about college and it was a stupid idea to sign up. I have to do laundry and take a shower but I’m going to take a nap instead because I’m completely unhappy with myself lately.