Here I am, in high form, shrugging off the world off with my devil-may-care attitude; I flick my hand back as if to say I'm-outta-here. And so I am, very soon, provided school ends or I lose my mind completely. Either one should get me off campus.
"You use a lot of sticky notes," Kelly tells me today as she shows me her late homework.
I look at my desk, and she is right. I have no brain anymore. I keep losing track, forgetting things I shouldn't, and the only thought that keeps me upright is that this will all soon be over. I am not alone in this.