A student comes into my office
barely groomed
hair reaching in waves
toward the ceiling lights.
The smell of dirty clothes and cigarettes
settles in my nose.

He tells me he was just diagnosed with ADHD
so the one F and two D’s
he received over the last three semesters
should be erased from his transcripts.
The classes with C’s or better can remain.

Smirking at his arrogance
I inform him erasing transcript grades
is like aborting a child
that has already been born.
Unfortunately, it is not possible.
His ADHD did not seem to be an issue
for the dozen other classes
he passed satisfactorily. 

He gets up to leave,
calls me a dick under his breath.
I ignore his insult and stare at my phone
wondering how long it will take
for his mother to call.