My high school years were spent in snowy central NY. There was not much for high school kids to do on winter evenings other than hangout and drink at different houses when parents were away. One snowy February evening, a boy I liked (not even a boyfriend) asked me if he could take my car … Continue reading Trust Those You Love
In my freshman year, I went to hang out with some kids from another school. There were four girls, including me, and five guys. We went to the rooftop of a building and sat around talking and playing drinking games. A couple hours into the night, at a point when we were all tipsy or … Continue reading What Do We Do?
It’s Saturday night. I’m drunk, stumbling up a hill in my city’s clubbing district, LKF, with my boyfriend. I’m a little nostalgic, to be honest, thinking about my many other nights throughout high school spent in this area. Happy memories of hilarious conversations at restaurants, and some not-so happy memories of dragging my drunk friends … Continue reading Let Go Of Me
I stood on the roof looking out towards the shimmering skyline. I can’t believe I live here. The crisp December air encased me and carried the faint smell of fresh rain. My bare legs, unprotected from the cold except for the thin layer of black mesh that covered them. Surrounded by tall concrete buildings, I … Continue reading It Could Have Been Worse
I arrived with my friends at the music festival at about five in the afternoon, but the pregaming had started an hour earlier: a few mixed drinks while doing makeup, some champagne in the taxi, taking down shots walking... Before we had even reached the event, we had more than halved our supply of alcohol. … Continue reading Blacking Out
It was New Year’s Eve and I had just gotten back from vacation with my family and was ready to go out; I bought a new outfit and everything. Five friends and I were planning on pregaming at another friend’s house. We bought a few bottles of liquor and went over at around 10pm. After … Continue reading Pregaming: Not Always a Great Idea
The first night of summer, at the end of my sophomore year, two of my best friends came over for a sleepover. We had been planning this night for weeks and wanted to celebrate surviving our second year of high school. At this point, we had all had our first drinks and had gone out … Continue reading Sympathetic Vomiter