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[indent][color=ffe1eb]Academic probation? Shiloh rubbed her eyes wondering what the hell that even was as she shuffled her way back to her dorm room following the assembly. She had managed to wake up for the “mandatory” assembly, but not with enough time or energy to actually get ready for it. Her hair was piled in a messy bun knotted atop her head, without a stitch of makeup on her face, bags the size of alaska under her eyes, no bra, gen one starter [i]Pokemon[/i] flannel pajama pants on, and wearing a tattered old shirt for her dad’s band, [i]Mutiny of the Groove[/i]. 

Unlike many of her fellow students, Shi’s zombie-like state was not due to a hangover. Nope, she was struck with a sore throat and a fever the very night she had moved back to campus for the semester. Student health services confirmed that it was strep throat on Friday and prescribed her with some delicious bubble gum flavored antibiotics and urged her to stay in her dorm room until she was fever-free for at least 24 hours. Despite her rebellious nature, Shiloh obeyed the doctors orders, mostly because she felt like a pile of steaming dogshit.

The real pisser was that she had to miss the Bash because of this damned cold. While all of her friends were raging to their heart's content, like she wished she could be, Shi had spent her Saturday night blissed out on whatever pain pills Connor had offered her to feel better. She probably shouldn’t have taken the whole handful at once, but oh well. Shiloh also wasn’t sure she’d thanked him yet, so she pulled out her cell phone to text him:

[center][pre]To: Connor
thanks for the pain candy
i cant rly remember much
ur an angel[/pre][/center]
Speaking of not remembering the weekend, Shiloh brought her gaze up to her room as she opened up the door. It looked like some monstrous body snatcher had taken over her and absolutely trashed the room while she was sick. There were crumpled tissues everywhere, multiple half-drank bottles of water lying around, a pile of blankets on her unmade bed which buried a now dead, custom pastel pink and blue Nintendo Switch that she could vaguely remember replaying [i]Breath of the Wild[/i] on for a few hours yesterday. She would clean this later… for now, she needed to shower this literal and figurative funk off, because she was actually starting to feel a little bit better.

After her shower, Shiloh downed a dose of the bright pink medicine she would have to take for the next two weeks. No biggie, she liked the taste of it. She combed out her hair to let it air dry and put on a ruffled pale pink dress, but didn’t bother with any makeup for the day. Before deciding to go out and maybe meet up with her friends, she took her temperature. No fever, and it’d probably been more or less 24 hours since, so... score!

Her throat was still achy and sore, so she could really go for a hot cup of tea and honey. Rather than make some from her own personal stash, Shiloh wanted to treat herself to some time outside these stuffy four walls that she had spent the last three days in and made her way to the campus coffee shop, The Bean. While waiting in line for her pomegranate herbal tea, she decided to text her good friend about his sudden bout of toxic masculinity — and the infamous video that led to this morning’s assembly.

[center][pre]To: Teddybear
i want the deets, brutus
meet me at the bean?
i already ordered your favorite[/pre][/center][/color][/indent]