"I am so screwed" moments

 Second quarter of freshman year as an economics major, and my Intro to Microeconomics class was daily at 8am. Even at my current age — having gained lots of experience in waking up early, drinking coffee, owning “responsibility,” etc — I would struggle with a daily 8am call time.

The 18 year old me was not equipped, and found it easy and permissible to sleep in and skip those classes. Pretty much all of them.

One day I do somehow manage to roll out of bed and cross the street (yes, I’m now remembering that the lecture hall was only about 100 yards from my dorm!), make it into the hall and take a seat. I get out my notebook and a pen and expect a lecture to begin but instead notice that the professor is handing out a midterm.

A midterm I was not expecting. A midterm for which I was in no way prepared. 

 I WAS SO SCREWED.