Worst Thanksgiving?

JuiceBoxJungle reminded me that all Thanksgivings are not created equal, or happy. The worst Thanksgiving I ever spent was…

My first in the U.S. as a college student. I had celebrated Thanksgiving off and on as a child whenever we were living in the U.S., but it wasn’t until I was a freshman in college that I experienced Thanksgiving with all the trimmings.

I traveled from Lancaster, PA, to Edison, NJ. Family friends offered to let me stay with them during Thanksgiving since the campus would be deserted. I was no longer homesick for my family and my home in England, but I was anxious to get home for Christmas.

Our family friends treated me very well. So what was the problem? I was dead tired…zombie tired. So tired that my head nodded in to a plate of food. I fell asleep in the car…watching the Thanksgiving parade…on the train going and coming. Too many all nighters finish papers and studying for midterms were to blame.

My hosts turned a blind eye to my narcolepsy and let me sleep the tiredness off. I returned to college refreshed and ready to — you guessed it —┬ápull more all-nighters. What’s that about a leopard not changing his spots?

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