I’m being bad. I’m never bad. One shade darker.
Ok it’s not that bad. I haven’t drank on campus at all my first semester at college, only when I was home. But I’m fucking sick of this shit. I worked my ass off all semester, the lowest grade I have right now is a 94 and so I deserve a damn celebratory drink. So I brought the apple pie moonshine that I used to make the cupcakes back with me and I’ve been hiding it. Today I surprised my whole suite and we’re going to have a girls night and celebrate the end of first semester, even though we still have finals/hell week ahead of us.
I’m probably going to make the dean’s list. I’m probably going to get into Eta Sigma Phi, National Classics Honor Society. I’m probably going to be praised like a puppy at family gatherings this winter break. I’m the golden child. Virgin and everything. I deserve a fucking drink.
One shade darker