WHO SMOKED POT BEFORE COMING TO CLASS TODAY?

IF I ever make it to grad school - I can't wait to take classes that I care about. Aside from my American Fiction class - I honestly have no interest in anything I'm learning this semester. My African American History class is good because the professor is one of my favorites, but there is so much reading - I'm just barely keeping up. I feel anxious lately - like I can't wait to do something that matters to me! I know I will eventuallyyyyy.

Speaking of things that matter.... this past weekend was homecoming, which - as always - was a complete disaster (the good kind). We managed to make it to the football game but never past the parking lot. Why watch the homecoming game when you can tailgate all afternoon? I had so much fun but I really wish that I remembered the day with more clarity, haha. I feel like every time I start drinking with the rugby girls before noon - I'm asking for it... I think we even publicly sang rugby songs in front of non rugby players who probably thought we were insane. I think this picture sums it up (which is ridiculous because this picture was taken at the end of our pre-game - so we hadn't even begun to tailgate at this point):
I also want to mention that in my Am Fiction class - instead of responding to attendance by saying, "here," my Prof gives the class a question that we have to answer. Yesterday it was "what is one of your biggest pet peeves?" One kid in the class who, I guess, was pretty obviously high - literally could not answer the question. He just kept saying, "uhh, umm, it's like uhh, damn I can't remember." To which my professor responded, "Alright, new question: who smoked pot before coming to class today?" I have never laughed so hard in my life.