College, oh how I’ve missed you

So I had a mishap the other night. A rather stupid, drunken mishap. My roommates and I were in the midst of finishing off a fifth of vodka, and I was making my way back up the stairs to the kitchen. Needless to say, the next thing I know I’ve fallen back onto the landing and my ankle is throbbing with pain. Packed some ice on it immediately after, and assumed everything would be fine, because, well, I was drunk and eventually the pain was numbed.

I was wrong.

I woke up yesterday to find myself crippled. Handicapped. At first I was just hobbling across the hallway to the kitchen to get some much needed water, but as the morning wore on I found that it hurt to just even move my left foot. It had swollen overnight, and I was stuck with a sprained ankle. I don’t know how the hell I made it to class today on my injured foot. I felt like an idiot, limping towards the quad from my apartment. Hopefully it should feel less awkward by the end of the week, because I’d like to go out and socialize with the rest of the university for once.

Anyway, yes, class. Another first day of class has come and gone. I had three today, and all went by nicely and my professors so far seem pretty badass. Hopefully this is the sign of a good semester to come.