I am going to die
Hissy Fit!, Rollins College October 26th, 2006
My stomach requires more sleep. So does my head. All of my coworkers are screaming into their phones and it’s making me want to throw up. I am hangover, my friends. Two glasses of wine in a stomach scoured by stress, and the drink went right to the parts of my body that like to hurt the most. I was driven to drinking, you see. The fucking midterm. I froze. I couldn’t tell what a relative clause was or how a noun could function. I studied the bits of sentences – direct objects and object of the preposition. I couldn’t even differentiate between a phrase and a clause. I lost the meaning of a simple verb in my head. Weeks of intense and successful studying, and I did nothing more than panic. I stumbled through moments of sheer rage and icy disappointment. Why were there two editing passages? What happened to my sentence imitations? Where did the wierd comma shit come from? When I turned it in, I told her that she was going to make me cry. She said it was okay. I shook my head. When she grades the test, yes, that is when she will realize it’s not okay. Please understand. This is not self-deprecation. I don’t want assurances that I am smart. I am, but this test fucked me hard, and I am left bruised.
The common solution for those of us who failed/flailed after the test was to drink. We joined up at Amanda’s house (which is so close to Rollins!) and let it flow. Everyone ate Pita Pit, but my stomach didn’t want food. Wine, wine wine — all for me. It sounds like I partied my ass off. In reality, I had two glasses of wine. Two. That’s all. But, then again, that’s all it takes for me. I should have headed home at 10:30, but I was bonding over wine, smoke and mental anguish. I invited more people to the punkin party. I talked shit about classmates and the professor’s intentions. I whined about wasting my time (now I know the feeling, Anne!) I got home just after 11. WAY past my bed time. This morning I feel shitty. My head is throbbing. My stomach is churning. I just want to go back to bed and forget the last 24 hours ever happened. Have a happy fucking Thursday.
Note: This blog post was not edited on purpose. Thank you.
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I’m sorry… gee, that’s all I can say. Your day will get better, I’m sure of it.
Yeah. I have a class about food to look forward to. All that is keeping me going right now is my lovely anniversary. Everything else can piss off.
But thanks.
Tests suck my ass.
Oh and did you know that they require 56 credit hours to be at the 300/400 level? That you need this in order to graduate? I did not know. And now, Anne will be taking 4 classes next semester at the 300/400 level. Anyhoo. That’s probably icing on your cake. Just get through today love and the weekend will be here before you know it.
Now it’s my turn to buy the smoofie.
You know, I’ve been doing lots of reading as of late about the hangover properties of Red Wine. It seems that certain people are much more susceptible to the ill effects due to weird sulfite levels in there bodies. I would suggest that next time you drink some wine you also have a bottle of gatorade, instead of water, with your drink. This should help equal out your electrolite levels and hopefully help clear up some of the hangover. Just a suggestion
I love you Anne. I can just see you saying that too “Tests suck my ass!”
I did not know about the credit hour thingy. Fuck. Perhaps I should meet with my advisor. Eh? Now I’m all skeered.
Frankiebot- I would have saved myself the trauma if I had : 1.Had something to drink besides wine 2.Eaten something substantial while I was drinking 3.Gone home instead of drinking at all.
Gatorade freaks me out. I wonder if my V8 Fusion would work
The Starbucks below is playing verve sessions…I don’t remember which #…its the one with the postal service song at the end…anyway it made me think of you and how you should listen to it to ease your head.
Hey sweetie. Don’t worry about it - it’s one fucking test. You’ll be fine. Grammar is for wussies anyhow. Feel better!
They just confirmed that it does not pertain to me since this requirement went into effect in 2004-2005. We were students as of 2002. So no worries!!!
Hey E- will shall be present on Saturday!
Yeah- I am all excited.. Nicholas wanted to know if there will be smores? I told him that we could supply the materials to make them!!!!