Chapter 3 The New Normal

• ​Morning light cut across my dorm room, hitting my eyes like a slap. My hips throbbed, every muscle aching from the night before. I pushed myself up, groaning as the sheets slid off my skin.
• ​On my desk sat my thesis draft. Red ink covered every single page, detailing a ruthless list of corrections. But there was no red F at the top. A note pinned to the corner read: 7:00 AM drop off. Clean up your act.
• ​Professor Peter had dragged my wrecked body back to the dorms before the sun was even fully up.