The Santa Clara University Drinking Experience

[This post originally appeared on my xanga on November 5th, 2006. It is here for reflection reasons. To view the original entry, click here. ]

So I think it was kind of obvious when I applied to this school that it was a drinking school. Of course, it’s a given that all schools are drinking schools to some degree, but my, we sure know how to party on this campus. Of all things, Wednesday nights (as well as Friday and Saturday nights) are party nights, we have an “Official SCU Beer Pong League” on facebook and well, it finally happened: Alcohol appeared on the front page of our campus newspaper and letters were sent home to parents. Apparently, 12 students so far have been sent to the hospital for alcohol poisoning and 246 have been cited for use of alcohol. That’s 5.5% of my school for you right there (my school has 4,400 people in it for undergraduates). For those of you don’t know who Beer Pong is by the way, it’s where you arrange cups in a triangular form on both sides of a table, a ping pong table really, and play ping pong and it involves drinking. Yeah, that was a really bad description, but having never played it, or wanting to play it, I wouldn’t know.

As the title indicates, Halloween was a sort of strange experience for me. Did I dress up? Nope. Go house to house and ask for candy? Nope. What did happen you ask?

Well, to keep it simple: My roommate got drunk. Very, very drunk.

I was sitting at my computer on Tuesday night, and minding my own business after coming back from walking around, when I got a call from a friend, saying that my roommate Andrew, was “wasted”. That is never a good sign, whichever way you take it. In a fit of distress, I sprint out of my room, down the stairs and straight to Walsh Hall in under 5 minutes. Kind of like a 100 meter dash. But anyhow, I reach him, and he has part of his costume on his head, and it doesn’t look pretty at all. Apparently, he had too many Vodka shots and some other drink to drink at the party he went to.

Long night, here we come.

So me and a friend carry him back up to his room, and the sight is not pretty here at all. He starts throwing up into our blue recycle receptacle, and it goes on for a good 10 to 15 minutes. A couple of my friends and I help him and it’s quite painful to watch, really. Not only might he have a hangover the next day, but man, all that alcohol coming back up is just… gross.

The night for him finally ends about 2 water bottles and 45 minutes later when he finally falls asleep. I’m quite dazed and in a shock myself.

So what is the moral of the story here? Simple, you don’t drink too much, because you end up throwing up a lot and carrying a potential hangover. Sure, you know that, but you don’t really know what it’s like until you have to get a roommate who’s throwing up all over the place at midnight. And besides, why would you drink, anyway?

Jungle Juice (a sip of what I had), tastes like Robitussin (the cough syrup)…

Meanwhile, I have 2 midterms coming up this next week, two hours spaced apart. Wish me luck! And despite all this, I still like this school; the academics are great (besides maybe, my calculus teacher… Kel > Friedenbach).

Until next time, Go Broncos!

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