I stumbled a little as I made my way up the stairs in my house. It was somewhere around 3 am– or wait, it must have been later, because I remember laughing heartily while taking a bong rip at 4:20 am– either way, it was really late, and I was very drunk and very high. It was also the last day of winter break, so in only a few hours I would have to wake up and head to my dear old high school for a long day of trying to kee...