A few days before the end, we were at a Mexican restaurant
Three friends. Two guys and a girl. It was a nice place. The food was great. I was hammered like always. The girl looked me straight in the eyes and said, "You need to do better."
I thought it was a little strange. "What do you mean?"
She asked, "When was the last time you were sober?"
I replied, "It's been a while."
Then she said, "You have a full ride here and you're not even putting in any effort. Look at your class rank from last semester. You should have some pride and be driven to do better."
I shrugged my shoulders, "I don't find any of it interesting. I made a mistake."