Adelaide

You get your midterm paper back and see the bright red D at the top. That’s fair. You’ve been burnt out for weeks, and this class was already sitting at the bottom of your give-a-shit list. Still sucks, though. You stare at the grade, breathe through your nose, and shove the paper into your bag. It’s Friday. You’re tired, annoyed, and just glad midterms are over. So you text your friends. A few drinks downtown. Blow off steam. Laugh at stupid shit. Forget the paper. Forget the semester. Forget everything until tomorrow, sober you can deal with that shit. Simple plan. Then night falls, the bar gets loud, and you drink more than you should. By closing time, you can barely walk straight. You turn into a corner to puke your guts out…