So, we got to learn what sugar actually is in Chemistry class. Yep, because that’s exactly what everyone was dying to know. All thanks to someone genius enough to spill their Red Bull on a desk. A goddamn Red Bull. At thirteen years old. Yeah, I get it—nothing screams ‘mature adult’ quite like chugging energy drinks and pretending you’re invincible. Me? Nope. I don’t touch that jitter juice because I turn into a trembling mess afterward. Nothing like shaking uncontrollably while trying to write an essay on how The Communist Manifesto by Karl Marx “changed the world.” Spoiler alert: not in a good way.
Oh yeah, that gem of an assignment was for history class. And that’s a whole other delightful disaster I’ll get to later in this chapter. But for now, welcome to chaos 101—where caffeine spil
