Don’t dox yourself btw. It’s the storytellers prerogative to take a bit of creative license.

  • Frater Mus@lemmy.sdf.org
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    1 year ago

    I emerged from a blackout drunk sitting in a classroom; it was the last hour of the GRE (graduate record exam). I was reeking of alcohol and I remember feeling sorry for the poor bastards seated next to me. I finished and walked directly across the hallway to the bathroom and vomited a while.

    I'd gone to a bar the night before for one dollar draft beer; I had $2, so 1 beer + tip. I don't know exactly what happened but later heard people thought it would be funny to buy me drinks before the exam and I was too young/dumb not to accept.

    The most bizarre part of the story is I scored a dead-average score on the exam.