Unfiltered Story #32380

CA, USA | Unfiltered | May 26, 2016

(I am in the eighth grade when this story takes place. I get a cold and my mom gives me NyQuil. I end up going to school and end up feeling half-asleep. I am in my at class.)

Me: *to classmate* “Do I look tired?”

Classmate: “You look high.”

(I’m not sure how I made it through the day without falling asleep in class.)

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