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I miss Vancouver. Being high. Or low. Outrageous. Raging. Staying up until dawn and sleeping all day. Saying whatever I wanted, doing whatever, fucking whomever. But the months ago of it already feel like years. Professor Moreland is scrawling her office hours on the dry-erase board in red marker, and I think about once when I was high and Ilana put glitter on my eyelashes and everything I looked at turned into fireworks. An astral sparkle none of the brain-dead idiots here will ever see. I make angry scratches in the dull finish of the writing desk with the end of my pen. I wish I knew where Nik was. I miss him the most.

I jot Moreland’s numbers down in my new notebook, even though I know I won’t need them. I figure I got at least a C on the first assignment. We were supposed to describe one of the CanLit books we’ve read so far and it only took me a couple of hours. English classes are easy. All you have to do is read books then write about them. It’s not like having to paint or create something, which can take days. Or forever.