But I think it’s probably important to know something of what you’re getting into. A little bit of the underbelly of what can happen when you choose to party and don’t take care of yourself or go out with reliable people.
Tonight I chose to stay in even though it’s a Thursday and technically the first night of my spring break, because I’m going to spend the next week partying on the beach with all of my friends in the greek system so why should I get a jump start? That’s just a bit much socializing for my taste. Anyway, so I went to my friend Becca’s and watched a movie only it turns out it sucked so Elyse, Becca, Taylor and I just sat there talking about things that we love or hate about freshman year and just having a really good funny time. I get home around 10:30, put on some music, get set to relax and maybe read a bit before going to bed. 11 o’clock I get a call from a guy friend of mine who lives in Towers Dormitory a block over. He says my friend who lives in the same dorm as me is so drunk she can’t walk, can I please come help them get her home? Of course I put on shoes and head over immediately, it takes me less than 3 minutes to get there. She is literally unable to even hold her head up, much less walk and she’s hardly forming words. I’m worried but I’ve seen her drunk before, she’s quite a partier, so I just focus on getting her phone, her shoes and her purse and getting her back to the dorm. When we get there, I live in a private girls dorm so the two guys who helped me carry her back cannot come inside. We sit down on the steps for a minute waiting for the next girl to walk in so I can ask them for help getting her to her bed, which luckily is on the first floor otherwise I’d have taken her to my room on the 3rd. Luckily the next people to walk by were her suitemates and they are of course willing to help me! Unfortunately we see a cop walking by on the street so instead of trying to sloppily help her up and inside, we decide it’s best just to stay still and sitting for a minute. My friend has been very stubborn and resistant to any sort of help because she thinks we’re making fun of her and so she tries to stand anyway. Of course the cop notices and he comes over to us to ask if she’s okay. We tell him she’s sick, he tells us he can see she’s drunk and if we don’t get her inside right now, she will be arrested. We quickly hoist her up and lug her to her room. First she’s falling everywhere, almost breaks a lot of things, and lays down on the ground. After a bit of this, we decide this is absolutely not just alcohol, there has to be something else mixed in, we’ve seen her at her worst with alcohol, this is just beyond control. Some people start to speculate about getting her to a hospital.
At this point, she thinks we’re smothering her, gets up and takes off running through the dorm, making a huge scene especially with us chasing because we don’t want her falling and smaking her head on the concrete or anything. We follow her all around the first floor and outside where I finally tackle her and make her sit down. We live right next to a restaurant, so people are staring at this point. We are trying to talk sense into her in anyway possible whether it be bribe, threaten, sweet talk, ignore the situation, everything–nothing is working. Her suitemate goes to get her car so we can take her to the hospital. She gets up again and tries to run away again, I grab her from behind in a wrestlers position with my arms under her arms and aroundbehind her head and come to rest against a car. The guy who owns the car freaks and I tell him to chill for just a minute because clearly he can see we’re dealing with something. We will get her off his car, no damage has been or will be done, and into another car in just a moment. The manager of the restaurant comes out. People are really staring. I’m very scared, frustrated, angry, annoyed, and concerned about my friend. Finally the car pulls up right next to us and her suitemates and roommate pile in putting her in the middle of the back seat so she can’t get out. No room for me in the car so I’m stuck here in my room waiting for the results. I just got ahold of her roommate, they’re admitting her to the hospital right now and they’ll find out soon enough what the deal is.
I got ahold of her phone, so I looked through it to figure out where she had been but there were no clues. I called everyone I knew she had seen and asked how this had happened–they’d either seen here once she was this bad or they had seen her when she was only tipsy about an hour earlier, then she disappeared. There’s about an hour where we don’t have her accounted for and we don’t know where she was, who she was with or what she did. This is a huge problem because it could’ve solved everything we needed to know about what was wrong. And she was so gone she couldn’t tell us and probably was so embarassed even if she could, she wouldn’t tell us.
I was the only one of all my suitemates/roommates who chose to stay in tonight and take it easy and somehow I ended up with the most eventful, dramatic night. I just couldn’t help it, she is my friend, as embarassing a display as that is. She needed my help and I had no choice. But it really upset me that she would let herself get to this place where she couldn’t function and it really inconvenienced my night.
SO PLEASE. Future freshmen who are reading this, take something from this. I know they tell you this everywhere, but really coming from someone with clear experience as you just read. Never go out without a reliable friend. Never drink more than you already know you can hold. Never drink on an empty stomach. NEVER take a drink you didn’t make yourself. DO NOT. ABSOLUTELY DO NOT MIX ANY SORT OF DRUG WITH ALCOHOL. YES THIS INCLUDES WEED. The combination is always a bad plan. You will be more than embarassed the next day.
