Alcohol abuse is at a higher rate of student death than drugs, either legal or illegal. I first began drinking when I was 18. I remember I’d go out to a party with a couple of cans, only two or three and sit back, chat or dance the night away. At the start it never bothered me if I didn’t have a drink because there was always someone who wasn’t …show more content…
Where I was from, drinking seemed to be socially accepted. So my cans turned into a quarter, then a half, and then a bottle of alcohol a night, straight from the bottle without any non-alcohol drinks between or to mix it with. For some reason it was cool to be carrying a bottle in your hand, not a can but a bottle. I’d go out once or twice a weekend and soon the amount of alcohol I was drinking was paying a price on my body. While I never passed out, or violently vomited everywhere (although I did vomit a few times here and there) I did get my fair share of hangovers. Most of my weekends I had to work so I’d turn up to work with the worst hang over, unable to complete my job to my full ability. On days where I didn’t have to work, the night before I would go all out, and spend the next day in bed, unable to get out because I was suffering from a killer hangover. Some day’s people would remind me of things that I did throughout the night; things that I wouldn’t do normally and I can’t remember them. It scared me, what if something happened and I had no control over it because I was too pissed to notice or even care. One night I went out with all my friends and I didn’t drink, it was a real eye opener watching my friends get drunk, do things they wouldn’t do sober, vomit, pass out. I wondered if I was like this when I was drinking. About one year ago, I got really sick and developed