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Turning 21: Is It Worth Being Able To Drink Socially?

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When you think about turning 21, what do you immediately think of? Most of us think about finally being able to drink legally, I know I did. Turning 21 for me felt like the most important thing ever because I was finally able to go into clubs, bars and other places to drink socially. Yet, what most of us do not think of are the consequences that drinking may lead to. It was a dark Thursday night on October 17, 2014, when my older sister Denise texted me to go to out with her. She had just gotten into a fight with her husband and needed a girl’s night out. I was not in the mood to go out, but I did not want my sister to think I was not there for her in her time of need. I then told her we can go to a bar by my house and have some drinks. The …show more content…

We parked the car and sure enough I took two big gulps before we got down to the bar, and my sister Denise took two also. We arrived inside the bar at 11 p.m. Denise offered me a drink immediately, and of course I accepted. I ordered a cadillac margarita which contains 2 more tequila shots. We danced until 12:30 p.m. and shortly after, got another cadillac margarita. My drink was still full when we then decided to go get food at In-N-Out, so I gulped down my entire drink before leaving. In the time span of 1 hour and 30 minutes I drank about 7 shots. I believed I felt fine to drive so we rushed out to make it to In-N-Out before it closed at 1 a.m. Only half a block down Lankershim, and I see a police car behind my car flashing his lights at me; I did not have my headlights on. Of course knew I was drinking and was terribly scared that the officer would soon find out I had been drinking too. It was a male officer and his partner a female officer. The male officer approached my window, and the female officer approached my …show more content…

I blew a .18 at the scene and at a .14/.15 at the station, the legal drinking limit is .08. Upon arriving to the Van Nuys Jail, I was taunting the officers about how I was innocent and did not consider myself a criminal; how they should be out in the streets catching the real criminals, instead of wasting their time with me. They told me I was a criminal, but I didn’t understand because I felt like I did nothing wrong and could have made it home just fine. I then was taken to the Van Nuys Jail, and left there overnight. As soon as I walked in I felt how cold the building was and how cold the officers were with me as well. They spoke to me with no respect and did not answer any questions I was asking them. All they did was toss me in jail cell along with 3 other ladies and said nothing. I was crying hysterically because I could not fathom what had just happened and was so disappointed in myself. I turn to my left and I see an older lady on the phone crying. She is talking to what I assume was her relative and telling them she doesn’t know if her brother is alive, that he was admitted into the emergency hospital and to go check up on

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