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Bedford Stye
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I was in a marketing class, and about midway thru semester realized I had an impending ten minute presentation in front of about 25 people.
Until that moment, I literally hadn't given it one thought. It was just some distant event on the horizon.
A sort of controlled panic set in. I came up with a plan. I rarely drink, but on this occasion, I would spike a Sprite soda can with vodka.
My presentation had to do with the pipeline that Biden shut off, lol, and I was to be the third speaker, so I had exactly 20 minutes to find the right frame. I was sipping gently, searching a medium buz.
I remember getting up, and walking towards the front, like a robot willing itself to self detonate.
Breathe, I told myself. Deep not shallow.
I took several deep breaths and started. If I hadn't drank, I would not have been able to speak at all. I am not exaggerating. My ribcage was slammed tight.
I have a surreal out of body experience, like I'm hearing someone else talk.
The first 3 minutes was hell. Choppy. But I kept on breathing. Forcing words out in spiky gurgles.
By five min I was sorta ok, but, still out of body.
The whole thing was rehearsed.
I had no idea what I was saying, except the words themselves. Like speaking a memorized skit in another language.
Apparently my alcohol intake was about 3 drinks. The sprite can was about half vodka.
I concluded. One of the most awful things ever.
At the end, I finished the class and dropped out of college after that semester.
Never again.
I'm poor and subsist on about 15 k.
Until that moment, I literally hadn't given it one thought. It was just some distant event on the horizon.
A sort of controlled panic set in. I came up with a plan. I rarely drink, but on this occasion, I would spike a Sprite soda can with vodka.
My presentation had to do with the pipeline that Biden shut off, lol, and I was to be the third speaker, so I had exactly 20 minutes to find the right frame. I was sipping gently, searching a medium buz.
I remember getting up, and walking towards the front, like a robot willing itself to self detonate.
Breathe, I told myself. Deep not shallow.
I took several deep breaths and started. If I hadn't drank, I would not have been able to speak at all. I am not exaggerating. My ribcage was slammed tight.
I have a surreal out of body experience, like I'm hearing someone else talk.
The first 3 minutes was hell. Choppy. But I kept on breathing. Forcing words out in spiky gurgles.
By five min I was sorta ok, but, still out of body.
The whole thing was rehearsed.
I had no idea what I was saying, except the words themselves. Like speaking a memorized skit in another language.
Apparently my alcohol intake was about 3 drinks. The sprite can was about half vodka.
I concluded. One of the most awful things ever.
At the end, I finished the class and dropped out of college after that semester.
Never again.
I'm poor and subsist on about 15 k.
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