I'm the one with the test story

This tale never gets old.

Scene: Freshman year, triple dorm, late at night

I had been studying all week for the big sociology test on Friday morning, so when someone popped their head in our room and asked if we wanted to drink, the answer was a much needed 'Hell yes'. I was still far underage, so drank whatever booze was available to me, in this instance, Mickey's bombs from my last trip home. Mickey's is an awful malt liquor that is usually sold in 40's. These were just mini sized.

The night was just like any other night of casual drinking, and E and I retired to our respective bunks feeling just fine. But apparently that wasn't the case. I'm not sure if it was the disgusting booze I had or if my body just felt like hating me, but when I woke up, I could barely lift my head up off the pillow. I rolled over and noticed a ridiculously disgusting substance next to my head and realized I had thrown up over the course of the night. What the hell? I couldn't even recall such things happening. Then I looked down from my bunk and saw a trash bucket and the same substance all over E's bed. Apparently I had been narfing all night long.

I got up to try to make sense of it all, but my whole body just wanted me to lay the fuck down. My test was in 15 minutes and I could still barely stand. My friend Michelle linked arms with me, and between support from her and the wall, I finally stumbled down to Boh90 to get the stupid test over with. We got our tests and the second I tried to start reading it, I got completely dizzy and had to run out of the room all the way down to the bathroom, where I considered to get very very sick for a matter of minutes. I walked out looking like death and decided I need to get this test over IMMEDIATELY.

I sat back down, took a deep breath, and just started going. I had thankfully studied so much that I didn't even have to read the whole question, I could just link words from the question to the answer. I scrambled through the test in about 10 minutes and started to stand up when the dizziness hit me again. I sat back down and tried to refrain myself, but the reading had made me so sick I couldn't hold it anymore. And out it came, lovely beautiful vomit, in the middle of the lecture hall. And all over my test. Jenna and Michelle looked at me in total awe with wide eyes and I didn't know what to do. But I had to get the hell out of there. So I ran down the stairs and when I reached the teacher he asked "Are you feeling alright?" and I just looked at him silently, handed him my puke covered test, and ran out of my room.

E and I just happened to be going to see a John Mayer concert in the cities that day, and after all of this madness I had to get in a car and drive for 2 hours. It was only about 45 degrees out but the cold felt SO good, and I passed out with my head hanging out of the completely opened window. When I woke up an hour later, the heat was on full blast and E's teeth were chattering from being so cold. What a good friend.

The best part about this story is that I ruled hardcore and got a 92% on the test.

Lesson learned: Life is great, Mickey's is bad, and I am too smart for my own good.