Sometimes things go wrong. Share your worst-case scenario, you can even post pictures, to help others learn from what happened to you. Please use our worst case scenario submission form here to submit your story.

The picture you see posted here is real life. It’s Charlie, and here’s his story…

(the guy in the picture)

It was just a normal summer night and my friends and I were up to the usual mischief. The night had a lot of momentum, I remember having a few drinks at home, smoking a little pot, and eventually ending up at a party where I had unlimited tequila.

I don’t remember very much after that, but I’m told that I tried to make my way home with a friend of mine. When my parents found us I was laying on the grass beside the sidewalk. Apparently I kept falling down on my knee and my friend kept trying to help me get up. My parents were going to take me home, but then decided to take me to the hospital when I passed out. The ER people actually had to lift me out of the car…I don’t remember any of that…I was shocked to wake up in a hospital bed.

I’m glad my friend was there…I felt stupid afterwards for the way I acted towards my family that night…I made a complete ass of myself. I’m a lot more cautious now with open bars and am now more aware of when the momentum is building. I still drink tequila, but now I know my limit.

Hey, it happens. But it doesn’t happen to everyone all the time. Take care of yourself and your friends.


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Submitted by: Lynn  
It was New Year’s Eve, I was 17, I was at a party with my boyfriend and I had a 26er of Peach Schnapps all to myself, I thought that was plenty enough for me. I don’t remember the night very well, its all pretty fuzzy, I see only snapshots of what happened. I remember myself having a great time, then I see my boyfriend sitting close to another girl, I get immediately jealous and leave the room to be by myself, I bring the peach schnapps. I think if I drink enough of the schnapps I will feel better, so I start drinking them straight, I must drink half the bottle straight in just about a half an hour. The next thing I remember is my boyfriend holding my hair back while I puke into a large bowl, yuck! The next thing I remember is waking up on a bathroom floor, being cold and alone. I don’t remember anything else about that night.

To this day I can’t even stand the smell of peach schnapps and I never want to feel that way again.
   
Submitted by: **  
It was my first time drinking in res. I had gotten a 26er of vodka, my roommate didn't like being around drinking she said that if i drank around her she would snap my neck. So i didn't want to make her mad on her first week at res. So I went outside with my friends and drank realllly fast because i was behind. I finished most of my 26er and i was so drunk. Everyone was amazed at how much i drank they called me the "legend" and i was so drunk that all i was told was i said "yeeeyuhhh". i don't remember anything except coming back to res and ending up in alot of guys rooms. the next thing i knew was i woke up in the hospital with heart monitors and an iv and i still don't remember anything to this day luckily my friend was with me and she helped me out.
   
Submitted by: Liz  
It was my first year at college and a group of us decided to order two texas mickies (3 liters each) of rum and whiskey. Since there were about 10 of us we decided to have a race, girls vs. guys, on who could finish theirs first. We started with half and half drinks of rum and juice; we played drinking games and then started to funnel to try and catch up with the guys. It was great, we couldn't really taste the alcohol and we couldn't really feel the alcohol either. So, having almost polished off 3 liters of rum in less than 2 hours, we all went outside to play football. As soon as we came back into the building, it felt like I had just run into a wall (I hadn't actually) but all of a sudden I couldn't focus or really see anything. My stomach started to feel weird so I went upstairs to my room. As soon as I had entered the room I was in the bathroom puking. I remember throwing up then getting tired and passing out with my head on the toilet. I would then wake up and puke again; this happened 3 times before I ran out of ammo. But I didn't stop puking; I had nothing left inside me and the dry heaves were killing me. All the while, my roommate was outside the bathroom door asking if I was okay. I remember occasionally moaning yes to her. I crawled my way to my bed, but it was too high and I had the spins now. I remember thinking "this is it. I need to write a letter to my mom to say good-bye". The next thing I know it is morning and, miracle, I am not dead. I went home the next weekend and my mom had made rum balls; not knowing what I had been through. The smell of them made me sick and for 3 months after that event I never touched any alcohol. Now I am really careful, and I always stop as soon as I feel something not right about me. I was a lucky one, but I hope that others don't have to go through something like I did to realize that alcohol is a dangerous drug.
   
Submitted by: C.B. - St. Lawrence College Student  
Frosh week at St. Lawrence College (Kingston) is definitely “good times”. But it was my juvenile and dim-witted behavior which ruined my first frosh week.

For the first few weeks while living in residence drinking was the ‘thing to do’ and of course, I followed the trend. It was not until 5 days in that all the underage drinking caught up with me. I woke up on Thursday at roughly 3pm, due to a long night of drinking the night before, and what did I do? You guessed it, I cracked open the next case of Budweiser. By 5:00 the first case was gone and I was on the phone to dial a bottle and between 5 of us we ordered 1300$ worth of booze.

The booze came in and of course the drinking continued. I finished a mickey of tequila, a case of Budweiser, jello shooters, a 26’er of Sour Puss, 2 bottles of McGuinness (crème de menthe and cacao), decided to hit the beer bong up with my tub of rum and coke and shortly afterwards my friends rye and root beer (Why you might ask? Well to fit into the drunken college way of life, without the previous knowledge of my own limits). All of this was consumed between 3pm with my breakfast through to approximately 1:30am. My night ended with me passing out in a friend room in residence and having to be put on a trolley and rolled to my room, which is when I was spotted by the front desk. That night I became a victim to the porcelain god.

The next morning I woke up in excruciating pain and on top had slept through my first class. As I lay there in bed, feeling like I couldn’t move or I would die, I had lots of time to think about my decisions and how wrong they really were.

Later that night I was taken to the hospital by my two residence advisors. While at the hospital I passed out a few times and was sick. The doctor’s asked ran tests and came to the conclusion I had stopped drinking only a few hours before when really… it was 24hours!

I would just like it to be known, drinking in your first week of college is perfectly normal and acceptable, but drink responsibly. I missed out on the great activities planned by the SLC crew and my program which I really regret. I suggest all students take part in the social events during frosh week organized by your institution because it is a much better way to get to know everyone… rather than passed out on a trolley.
   
Submitted by: brian  
I was drinking with a bunch of friends one night and I started drinking more then I could handle. Before I knew it I threw up once, and then passed out in the shower causing three rooms to flood. Luckly someone found me before things really got out of hand. Nothing was damaged and all my friends had to clean up my mess for me.