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NORMALLY, I WAS WOKEN up by the bright morning sunlight streaming through my threadbare curtains, alerting me to the fact that a new day had dawned. Usually I needed to get my ass out of bed to either study in the same teensy, tiny little room that I lived in, packed neatly into the corner of the frat house I had pledged to a year prior, that was just large enough for a twin bed, desk and closet, or I needed to head off to class with my standard gallon of coffee super-glued to my palm.

I knew today wouldn’t be a normal day when I woke up coughing and spluttering from what felt like a tidal wave of water pouring through the ceiling and landing on my face.