The Beginning and Ending of My Drinking
In college everyone drank. I was one of the ones who usually didn't. I watched every Wednesday night as students would get a keg, get drunk, set fire to sofas and throw them out the window. On Saturday mornings I would collect all the beer cans that had been tossed out the windows and cash them in for my spending money for the week. I never wanted to be part of the crowd.
One night my Russian history class had a dinner. Since I never drank I didn't know that a mixed drink of 50% OJ and 50% Everclear was a strong drink. I had one with each course. By the end of the evening I didn't even know who I was. Tow boys who were as drunk as I was walked me back to the dorm. At one point I tripped and fell and they both landed on my ankle. To keep me walking they told me I was okay.
When I woke up the next morning I found myself in the lounge of the boys dorm! I had thrown up and had also torn all the tendons and ligaments in my foot. I figured I'd gotten off lucky. Anything could have happened to me being that drunk and in the boys dorm. That was the beginning and the end of my drinking.