When I woke up the morning after, I cut all my hair off, which was a shame, probably.

Then I ate breakfast, and in my head, I had this picture of me that was taken the morning after my senior prom, and in it I look like some kind of animal. I think so anyway. In the picture, I'm eating cereal and I have this look on my face, like I'm about to do something wild. But really I was just hungover and thirsty. That how I imagine I always look. That picture's usually in my head, to be honest. It's how I picture my self when I do things, like when I'm at the gym trying to visualise how I must look, all sweaty and exhausted, in my mind I look like that wild animal eating cereal.

When I got to work there weren't any comfortable chairs left in the student space, so I took a black plastic folding chair from behind the door. I sat down and stared into space, because there isn't anything to do there anyway, and this way I'm proving my father wrong because, basically, I'm getting paid for sitting on my ass. So, fuck you Dad, I am getting something for nothing. I noticed that it smelled like beef stew, the good kind that my mother used to make when I was a kid. I think they pump the smell into the office so make all the employees feel at home.

Marcy and Dale stopped by the student space, of which I am coordinator, to say good morning, and to ask me why I was at work. You don't have to be here, they said. It's summer vacation. No students will be in their space today. I replied with a look which implied dedication to my position. They said, what did you do to your hair? What a shame, they said. You had such pretty hair.