[Mmmmmm. Maybe it's not too late to drop out of school, actually. Maybe he can just pretend to graduate and lie and fuck off and pretend he's gone to college and never show his face to his fake family ever again? That sounds easier.

He looks at the kid like he's staring into the face of his own doom and just. Closes his eyes a moment. The earnestness is killing him almost as much as his complete lack of ability to explain how academically Fucked he is right about now.

With a groan:]

The hell's a thesis statement?

[can he write an essay on this situation giving him a wholeass migraine,,,

he rubs at his temples, debating what to say and how much]

...I ain't got shit with me. Can't bring it next time, either. Can you teach me shit from scratch?