Go back to the dorm room

I walked back to my dorm room, the adrenalin still burning in my veins. This final semester appears to finally be wrapped up and now I can focus on moving out of this place and getting a real job. If I can't get a decent job, my student loan, which was approaching six figures, will crush me before I even get my life started.

I got back to my dorm room with intent to unwind. I pulled out my favorite bong (affectionately named "Mr. Bubbles" by my girlfriend) and did a few pulls to unwind from the recent confrontation and closed my eyes. Fifteen minutes later, I had drifted off into a nice weed nap.

Suddenly I was awakened by a knocking at my door.