During one of my summer breaks in college, my high school friends and I decided to have a short reunion and gathered at a classmate’s house and have a good time. Their idea of a good time was getting drunk and getting crazy. At the age of 18, and despite being miles from home, I haven’t had, and would not subject myself to getting myself wasted. My father drank too much alcohol and I’ve promised myself that I would not give in to alcohol.
My classmates prodded me to drink a bottle of beer but I said I would pass. Still, ...