You seemed surprised when I found the empty bottle of vodka in your backpack. You thought that was the “perfect place” for it. You “drank it for breakfast on the way to school” and from a Gatorade bottle during your semester exam for algebra. Instead of filling out your scantron answer sheet, you scribbled a drunken love note to some boy who”probably does not know you exist. You drooled on the desk. You literally had to be carried to the office. You lost control of your bladder while fumbling with the door handle to the restroom. You stated that you have been drinking for a long time … since you were 12. You are only 16 now. Your mom sent you to the grocery store to purchase tomatoes. You “jacked a bottle of vodka” while you were there to share with your sister if she promised not to snitch. You drank the entire bottle by yourself because your sister is a “goody.” You know your parents are going to be “hella mad.” You know that your dad is going to beat your ass and “then he’s going to beat it again.” You probably will not remember talking to the stapler on the desk. You named him Fred. You told everyone, including Fred, that you loved them “always and forever.” You cried when you saw your “Mami.” You probably will have the worst hangover ever. You will live, but will you learn?