Enlitx
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I just finished my first year of college, and things could have went a little better. Due to my excessive use of weed and MDMA, my first semester consisted of partying and waking up way too late for class. Still, I was able to pull four A's and one B because most of the material was review from highschool. I might mention that I need to keep a certain GPA to retain my scholarships, so a few B's meant a quite a lot to me.
The second semester was supposed to be different, I was supposed to go to class, that was until I had problems with my girlfriend every single day. I realize people would just assume I could get out of the relationship, but it goes a bit deeper and I won't waste time discussing it here. I found myself about one week from finals, really depressed, and holding a middle B in every class I was in. I needed at least two A's or else my scholarships were gone. Still, I couldn't catch up on all the material fast enough, and finals week rolled around much too quickly. I thought my scholarships were long gone by this point.
Monday night I had my ACS standardized chemistry final, and I needed to score in the 97 percentile or better to get an A in chemistry. After waking up at 6 A.M. (the test was at 6 P.M.), I used some adderall from a friend and studied my ass off all day. I scored in the 99 percentile on the test, and this was good enough to get me an A in the class. One big sigh of relief, two tests to go. The only problem was that I ended up being unable to sleep that night, and I had to study all of the next day for calculus.
Tuesday I didn't have a test, but I wound up taking the rest of the adderall while studying for calculus. I knew I should have saved some for my final the next day, but for some reason I munched that shit down. I had trouble sleeping Tuesday as well, despite some melatonin, and I wound up with about two hours of total sleep since Monday morning come the day of my calculus final. Though I tried to concentrate, it was pretty difficult, and I ended up with a low B on that final, leaving me with a B+ in calculus. I absolutely needed an A+ on my biology final or I was toast. It was here, right after my calculus final at 8:00 P.M., that I thought I was seriously fucked. It is hard to convey the panic I was in at this point. My parents can't afford to send me to school, so my scholarships were my only ticket to attending a nice university. My biology final was at 7:30 the next morning, I didn't know any of the material, I had just blown my chance for that second A, I was tired as hell, I was fresh out of adderall and no ice was to be found, and I needed an A+ on a test that was known to be very difficult. This was the low point in the week, and I honestly thought about giving up.
Low and behold, my best friend from high school says he will give me some of his 20 mg IR adderall if I drive to his school about an hour away. This was at about 10:00, so I hauled ass to get there and back to my apartment at 12:00. I had seven hours before needing to leave. I popped the adderall, studied harder than I have ever studied before, and sat glued to my biology textbook. I get to the test in the morning, finding it to be not nearly as difficult as I had imagined. Still, it was pretty hard and I wasn't sure about the grade I received. I found out I received .5 points over the grade I needed, leaving me with an A in the class. I was fucking thrilled, and I mean that in a complete physical, mental, and emotional way that is impossible to convey over the internet. I feel as if a death sentence has been lifted a day prior to the execution. I was sure I would have to leave my college. So I did some K and rolled that night in celebration, only to pass out in my car right before leaving. I guess I needed some sleep
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Moral of the story: Go to class, life is easier and cheaper. [<snip> -RR]
Anybody else have some close calls that were overcome with or without the help of drugs?
The second semester was supposed to be different, I was supposed to go to class, that was until I had problems with my girlfriend every single day. I realize people would just assume I could get out of the relationship, but it goes a bit deeper and I won't waste time discussing it here. I found myself about one week from finals, really depressed, and holding a middle B in every class I was in. I needed at least two A's or else my scholarships were gone. Still, I couldn't catch up on all the material fast enough, and finals week rolled around much too quickly. I thought my scholarships were long gone by this point.
Monday night I had my ACS standardized chemistry final, and I needed to score in the 97 percentile or better to get an A in chemistry. After waking up at 6 A.M. (the test was at 6 P.M.), I used some adderall from a friend and studied my ass off all day. I scored in the 99 percentile on the test, and this was good enough to get me an A in the class. One big sigh of relief, two tests to go. The only problem was that I ended up being unable to sleep that night, and I had to study all of the next day for calculus.
Tuesday I didn't have a test, but I wound up taking the rest of the adderall while studying for calculus. I knew I should have saved some for my final the next day, but for some reason I munched that shit down. I had trouble sleeping Tuesday as well, despite some melatonin, and I wound up with about two hours of total sleep since Monday morning come the day of my calculus final. Though I tried to concentrate, it was pretty difficult, and I ended up with a low B on that final, leaving me with a B+ in calculus. I absolutely needed an A+ on my biology final or I was toast. It was here, right after my calculus final at 8:00 P.M., that I thought I was seriously fucked. It is hard to convey the panic I was in at this point. My parents can't afford to send me to school, so my scholarships were my only ticket to attending a nice university. My biology final was at 7:30 the next morning, I didn't know any of the material, I had just blown my chance for that second A, I was tired as hell, I was fresh out of adderall and no ice was to be found, and I needed an A+ on a test that was known to be very difficult. This was the low point in the week, and I honestly thought about giving up.
Low and behold, my best friend from high school says he will give me some of his 20 mg IR adderall if I drive to his school about an hour away. This was at about 10:00, so I hauled ass to get there and back to my apartment at 12:00. I had seven hours before needing to leave. I popped the adderall, studied harder than I have ever studied before, and sat glued to my biology textbook. I get to the test in the morning, finding it to be not nearly as difficult as I had imagined. Still, it was pretty hard and I wasn't sure about the grade I received. I found out I received .5 points over the grade I needed, leaving me with an A in the class. I was fucking thrilled, and I mean that in a complete physical, mental, and emotional way that is impossible to convey over the internet. I feel as if a death sentence has been lifted a day prior to the execution. I was sure I would have to leave my college. So I did some K and rolled that night in celebration, only to pass out in my car right before leaving. I guess I needed some sleep

Moral of the story: Go to class, life is easier and cheaper. [<snip> -RR]
Anybody else have some close calls that were overcome with or without the help of drugs?
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