This past week, one of my friends challenged me to go a full day without coffee. Because I drink so much coffee everyday, she honestly didn't think I could make it. This definitely didn't seem like an easy thing to do, but I agreed anyway (mostly just because I wanted to prove her wrong). So here's my experience surviving a day without coffee.

7:30 am -

My alarm went off and I immediately thought about how tired I was and how I wouldn't be able to have caffeine to wake up. So I hit snooze.

7:45 am -

My alarm went off... Again. I got out of bed this time and began getting dressed. This is normally when I would make my first cup of coffee and I was mostly just sad at the fact that I couldn't do that. And it messed up my morning routine, leaving me confused and frantic.

9:00 am -

Time for my first class. Usually, I would buy a cup of coffee on my way to class, but not anymore. I walked right past the coffee shop and toward the math building. The fact that I would have to sit through hell an entire math class without coffee to make it better just made me even more irritable than I already was.

10:00 am -

I was still suffering through math, half falling asleep and half hating my life.

11:00 am -

Math was finally over, and it was time to move on to my next class: English. I thought I might be okay in this one, because after all, English is my favorite. But after sitting in class for about ten minutes, I knew this was going to be rough too.

12:00 pm -

Class was almost over and I had made it through without falling asleep. But I did still hate my life. All I could think about was how tired I was, and how much I wanted coffee.

1:00 pm -

I was out of class for a couple hours and this is normally when I would grab lunch, and a cup of coffee. But instead, I bought a salad and tried to forget about the coffee. As I ate, I was annoyed by almost everything around me. I was especially annoyed at the fact that there wasn't any coffee sitting in front of me.

2:00 pm -

Time for my last class of the day: choir. I love choir and I'm super passionate about it so I thought it might not be so bad. But I was so wrong. Like I said before, everything was irritating me, but even more now. I wanted to go home. I wanted to take a nap. I wanted coffee.

3:00 pm -

Choir rehearsal was almost over, and I just couldn't wait to go home and get in bed. Since I couldn't have any caffeine, I figured the next best thing was a nap.

4:00 pm -

I got home, sad because I couldn't grab more coffee on my way, and realized how much homework had yet to be done. Piles and piles of papers and assignments just waiting to be completed. And I had to make the sad decision to skip the nap and start working.

5:00 pm -

I had gotten through a good chunk of my homework, but still had quite a bit to go. Usually, I would head to one of m favorite coffee shops to work on this stuff, but that wasn't an option.

6:00 pm -

I was done with homework and it was time to go to dinner. I normally don't drink coffee this late in the day anyway, but I still wanted some then because I hadn't had any all day.

7:00 pm -

The day was almost over, and I was exhausted. My friends asked me to hang out, but I just couldn't do it. I stayed home and went to bed earlier than ever before. And I was perfectly okay with that.

So maybe going a day without coffee wasn't a great experience for me, but that doesn't mean it has to be that way for everyone. I just really love my coffee. Coffee is my best friend, and I like it more than I like most people. So I'm sorry, coffee. I'll never abandon you like that again.