Essays /
"Confessions of a Student" [25]
How about this?
That beginning, was innocent in appearance, merely a bottle of my father's beer in order to calm myself before the big exam.
I remembered, my first drink, was an experiment introduced by a friend in a senior class. Drinking was meant as the last resort, you see. I was desperate to pass that exam, but hot that amber liquid metamorphasized into silk in my mouth, that seemed to relieve all the stress within me. And so, I continued drinking, one sip after another, and so on, in a rapid sequence.
The following day, my head was throbbing with an intense headache, and I couldn't see straight. During the test, I seemed to be unable to grasp hold of my concentration. My brain was totally blank, and nothing would come out of it. But nevertheless, I continued doing the test. Never did I expect my scholarly defeat when I received my test papers, I began to assuage my disappointment by indulging myself with my newfound pastime-drinking beer.
Upon reaching home, I headed straight to the wine cabinet, and took my father's bottle of whisky and went back to my room. For a couple of days, I tried to hide my addiction to alcohol from my parents. As my addiction worsened, one bottle of alcohol was needed to last me until the end of school each day. I covered the redness of my eyes with a mirrored sunglasses, in spite of the fact that I spend most of the day indoors.
It was the until my friends found out that I had been drinking alcohol and so did my parents. My father was very upset as I was addicted deeply to alcohol. Then, on a particular day, I was drinking beer, my friend spotted me and persuaded me not to drink anymore. Intoxicated, I gave my friend a punch and told him not to bother me. It was not long until my parents came and my father held me on the collar tightly. I remembered what he said to me, "Do you know what have you done? When can you come to your senses?"
Alcohol was all that was important. I believed this with my entire being until, foolishly, I went for a drive while I was still intoxicated. My car swerved through the streets until it came to a skidding halt at the feet of a girl no older than thirteen. She was profoundly frightened, shaking uncontrollably, but unhurt. After the police took their report, and my parents bailed me out for drink driving, I sat in my bedroom, tentatively dialing the number which I spoke with a counselor at least an hour, upon hanging up, i reached for my book of shakespeare, which i had neglected since the drinking began. Opening up to a page, I read these words: "O God, that men should put an enemy in their mouths to steal away their brains! That we should with joy, pleasance, revel, and applause transform ourselves into beast!"