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It’s a sad fact, but as soon as I wake up, I open my Macbook and check my Facebook account.
Almost immediately, I’m greeted with a status from the night before that says something along the lines of “Drunk as hell n headed to Ft. Wayne for an epic party.”
I’m going to skip the lecture on why posting how drunk you are in your Facebook status doesn’t make you look cool, and approach a more serious subject.
Why is this kid driving six hours away with an assortment of alcohol raging through his system?
I still find it completely unfathomable college students don’t understand drinking and driving is a horrible and life-threatening idea.
According to collegedrinkingprevention.gov, 1,825 college students between the ages of 18 and 24 die from alcohol-related unintentional injuries, including motor vehicle crashes.
It is purely unacceptable to drive under the influence of alcohol, and just not a good idea.
Reading these statuses every Saturday morning (or whenever else I stumble out of bed) makes me sick to my stomach.
As if drinking and driving isn’t stupid enough, some people are idiotic enough to document their stupidity with pictures of drunkenness and disorderly behavior on Facebook.
You know the ones I’m talking about. An 18 to 22-year-old teenage girl with disheveled hair, dancing on top of a bar or other elevated surface whilst dry humping some college frat boy.
By now, you should know that posting pictures of yourself indulging in illegal activities on a social networking site is bad idea.
You know why? When I’m busy having no life on a Saturday afternoon, I’m sitting at my Macbook judging you.
And people you work with (or for) could see these pictures and report you, which could end badly for the drinker, especially if you’re drinking on a dry campus.
I’m not here to encourage underage drinking, but I know as well as the next person that there is no person on this earth capable of guilt-tripping bored teenage college students out of getting drunk on the weekends.
If you’re going to drink, please, for the love of all that is cheesy and delicious, hand someone your keys before you down a fifth of vodka.
I’d rather not see one of my friends splattered on the Lloyd Expressway.
