Write about your strongest memory of heart-pounding, belly-twisting nervousness: what caused the adrenaline? Was it justified? How did you respond?
It’s not the strongest memory, but it still gives me chills. In a way I’ve distanced myself from the event, and when I do think about it the figure is foggy, but I can still feel the cold hours in the morning in my chest and my ears.
It was way past my bedtime and the Old Brown Sherry and red wine were beginning to wear off. I picked myself off my friend’s floor and felt around in the dark for my shoes. The pubs had called last rounds hours ago, but we were not ready to throw in our towels yet, so we went back to her res room to drink Tassies and listen to Fokofpolisiekar. But now I wanted to take a shower and sleep in my own…
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