The next few weeks we found a kind of rhythm. Kevin worked on his car and hung out with his friends. He told me he went to a few job interviews, though it didn't seem like there was anything promising.
I went to school like usual. Attended class and took notes. Followed my standard routine as best I could. Nothing felt right. I got my usual A grade a few times, but there were just as many Bs and even a C once. Every time it happened, I became more used to it. But it never seemed like normal.
It was like I was sick with some strange fever. Or maybe my consciousness had switched to a different body. Nothing made sense to me. It's not that I didn't try with school because I definitely did. But everything seemed fuzzy or weirdly complex. It made it hard to do much of anything except nod alon
