I was writing a quiz in organic chemistry when you texted me. It was the first time I ever missed a test. Technically, I didn’t miss it because there were five quizzes per term but only the four best counted toward the final mark. You thought it was funny that I was there when you arrived, looking crazed with worry and probably just crazy wearing all the scarves I wore at that time trying to look like Erykah Badu—on my head and tied to the hardware of my pleather bag and, of course, around my neck.
