Oh man this is a good one. Freshman year of college everyone in my dorm was coming to me for editing papers. Here is the most memorable paper I read. This kid failed out first semester. Its a long read but worth it.
Throughout out life people have many different experiences. Some of these experiences are not always good, but they can teach you more than any story you here form someone. These are called learning experiences and their not always easy to go throw.
A life experience that seems appropriate for being a freshman in college is about drinking. It was my freshman year of high school, we had just finished are first week of school. It was the weekend we got done with football practice and some upper classman call me and asked me if I wanted to play some sandlot football with them. I love football so I went and played with them. When we were done playing football they asked me if I wanted to go and party with them. Right of the bat I said yes because I thought it was cool to be a freshman partying with seniors and juniors.
Later on about 8:00 or 9:00 at night my friend and I went to the field were they were throwing the party. When we arrived they asked us for five dollars and we can have as much hard liquor as we want. I did not want to drink a lot so they said I could just pay tow dollars so I gave them the money and that is when it started. They handed me a big bottle of Gold Shloger and I started to chug it, I had to have half the bottle my self with in about twenty minuets. Be for I now it my face was starting to get num. After that I walk up a big stone hill to the railroad tracks, buy this time the alcohol was starting to kick in and I was starting to stumble around. At the tracks there was another group of kids drinking Jack Daniel's. I grabbed the bottle form them and started to chug. After that last chug it hit me like a brick every thing lost felling. As I started to walk back down the hill I feel and almost rolled off a bridge, my head and chest were hanging off that is how close I came to fall to my death. I then picked my self up and started to go down the anther part of the hill. I feel again all the way down the hill, I got all cut up it heart but I was so drunk that it didn’t. I pick my self up again, tock two seep and feel on to my bike with the petal in my stomach. I then remember two people picking me up I tock a few steeps and feel again I do not remember any thing until the hospital. When I was in alcoholic coma my so-called new friends tried to wake me up by putting a cigarette out on my hand but I did not feel it.
It was now about two in the morning and my parents were looking for me, so they call my one friend that was not even there and he asked his brother that was there were I was and he then told him. My friend came and looked for me, as he was just about to leave he seen what he though was a tree stump so he thought he would check it out and sheer enough it was me. I was laying in a pool of puck and piss. He then told my mom and dad and they called an ambulance.
The next thing I is waking up with the lights spinning, and having to take the biggest pee in my life. I am still drunk and I have to pee so I get out of bed and I have ivies and heart monitor patches on my chest. I start walk with all this stuff on me and I am dragging it through the hall. The next thing I know all of this nurses are throwing me back into bed. Then I said “I have to pee” and they gave me this big jug and I filled it right to the top. Then my dad come and picked me up.
When I got home my dad was so mad at me that he could not even look at me. Then my brother that I never got along whit comes and give me a huge and said “you serried the shit out of us” and we both started to cry. He said “do you know how closes you were to dying”. Then he told me that I was in coma and my heart rate was so low that I almost died. He also told me that they pumped my stomach. Then my dad mad me go split wood out side as I was still throwing up.
I learned my limits and that it is not worth it because people loss so much trust in you. To this day my parents still Bering it up. I had to learn the hard way.