|Sick as a dog!|
Since I had lead a fairly sheltered life being raised by a Jr. High principal and a librarian I had know idea what I was getting myself into. To give you a clue, I missed the first week of classes due to what the hospital called, a dehydrated condition.
When I arrived a week early to get settled I was delighted to find the school in PARTY MODE. This meant that one had only arm themselves with a tall cup and walk down the street. Every house, on every street in about a three block radius had a party going on. Every party had an open house policy.
Not being much of a drinker, even though I was not a Puritan, I indulged to the max.
I believe I was in a constant state of inebriation from 8PM to ????AM and I ALWAYS
wound up in the same place (you guessed it…… with my head in the toilet).
Hey, I was a college student, so I decided to be smart about this. Did I decide to stop drinking or even slow down? NOPE! I decided it was so uncomfortable to be hanging over the dirty commode and came up with a scathingly brilliant plan. I would simply lay on the counter in the kitchen, with my head hanging slightly in the sink and PUKE MY GUTS UP!
|Ok, don't give me any grief. I know this is someone under the kitchen sink. |
But, you wouldn't believe what I got when I googled
woman laying on kitchen sink drainboard.
I would have to change my blog rating to XXX!
Hence I was given the nickname “DRAINBOARD KID.” I am sure you will not be surprised to learn that I flunked out of that school the second semester after being on probation for the first semester!
Oh, the lessons we learn the hard way during our misspent youth.