Everyone’s starting school this week. I’ve been out for awhile, but it still seems strange, like I should be nursing a hangover (“Man, seriously. I’m not touching tequila for the rest of the year”), awkwardly finding my discussion rooms and reviewing syllabi like everyone else.
My brother starts his sophomore year tomorrow; tonight I asked him what classes he’s taking.
“I’m taking Intro to Bio, Intro to Econ, Comp 1, and Death and Dying.”
“Death and Dying?”
“What’s it about?”
“You’re so stupid, Megan.”