Like many, I have had many expierences dealing with peer pressure; my sophomore year was when I started experimenting with drugs and alcohol. My friend’s parent were never home and she always had parties at her house. I usually hung around, never got too messed up but never went sober either. I was beginning to have a tolerance to my couple beers, so I decided to mix it up. One night, there was this huge party and everyone from school was there. I remember I was late that night because I had to do some shopping, but when I got there people were handing me shot after shot and a beer to chase it. After about a dozen shots, I was done. But the guys decided I was ready for a cocktail. I said no, however they wouldn’t take no for an answer. So I took it and made an attempt to finish it. After that I honestly can’t remember what happened. I was told that I tried to get in the bathroom, but it was otherwise occupied. So I spend the rest of the night in a corner puking my guts up in a trash can. On Monday, everyone laughed at me and told me that I should know my limit. This infuriated me and it is the reason that to this day I haven’t had a drink and probably won’t for a long time, no matter how much my friends want me to. I also learned that they weren’t the friends for me, and my best friend since then has never pressured me, and that’s the way it should be.
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