Homecoming
I did great this weekend. The weekend before I got too drunk on Saturday and have been depressed all week about it. I don’t even know the conversation I had with someone and I can’t even imagine the things I must have said…
This weekend I didn’t even drink Saturday during “tailgate” and only had a few at night. I remember every detail of the whole weekend.
Friday night I went out because I had friends from California and Chicago in town, but didn’t drink at all because I had to student teach the next morning.
EVERYONE IS SO ANNOYING AT THE BAR
I was having anxiety, I was getting pushed into, stepped on, and drinks poured on because I was just standing there.
I couldn’t talk to anyone because everyone was drunk.
How did I do this last year?
I couldn’t fall asleep Friday night because everytime I was offered a shot I would get a diet coke instead, I was like shaking in my bed until 5:30 AM on and had to wake up at 7 to teach. That was fun.
Stupid caffine.