Trying to Remember 18

From the Confessions of a Community College Dean blog:

All these years (ahem) later, it’s still hard to reconstruct just exactly what happened.

I can rule out one of the usual suspects: I wasn’t partying my days and nights away. I discovered early on that I’m prone to hangovers of Biblical proportions (“and God said let there be Old Milwaukee, and there was a great weeping and gnashing of teeth...”), so that quickly kept the drinking within pretty strict limits. Drugs were out of the question. I even got a relatively decent amount of sleep, by college freshman standards. I didn’t join a cult or get into an obsessive relationship or generate unusual drama.