After a long exam, I decided to take a nap, and woke up about five hours later. I felt dehydrated, having missed dinner, so I decided to get some of the ice from my Ziploc bag. The water froze into a shape that was too big to fit into the mouth of my bottle, and for whatever reason, would not break no matter how hard I hit it on the floor. Trying to break it with my hands only resulted in most of it melting. By the time I got some ice into my bottle, I started panicking because I thought I would not have enough ice to last me the night. I decided to freeze more water, but it turned out the bag had holes in it from my attempts to break it the first time. When I saw the amount of water dripping on the floor, I ran to get a mop, then realized I do not even possess a mop. All this time I was terrified one of my roommates would come in wondering why I was crying over spilt water. I managed to get my drink I was craving so much, and figured I should plan better for the rest of the day.
The experiment was fun to look at in hindsight, but all throughout the 48 hours I was mostly just terrified that I was going to be caught in a situation where I could not access more ice. This experiment generates much to think about in terms of how addicts suffer with addiction and the dependency that can be created after a short period of time. I hope to reenact a more cohesive study to simulate addiction, but for what it is worth, it was an