02-13-2025, 07:38 PM
I must have gone to school in the In Darwin speramus age. The last thing any of us wanted was another parent. Those were 1,406 miles away and reachable only by collect call. In an absolute emergency. I had exactly one of those my entire time in school and my dad called me. The drinking age (not that it would matter) was 18, before the Uniform Drinking Age Act of 1984, when I was......21! Yay for me. We did routinely stupid things with routinely serious consequences. I once won a major award because of my stupidity. I once (yeah, right, once) lost a girlfriend because of my stupidity. I had a fraternity brother jump off our roof and need a year of rehab for his stupidity. The stupidity and consequences varied. But we learned. Or didn't learn. Life is tough. The Band-Aid comes off at some point. I suspect if alcohol was all underground (like weed, acid, coke, and shrooms were at the time); it would not have made a substantial difference in our behavior. But who knows, maybe if Stroh's didn't sponsor Greek Week, I wouldn't have given blood within 12 hours of personally drinking a dozen pitchers of beer. Gotta beat the Pikes, right?
Mental illness was never addressed in public. That wasn't good.
I'm not sure things would have worked out the same for most of us if cell phones were around though. That part is scary.
Mental illness was never addressed in public. That wasn't good.
I'm not sure things would have worked out the same for most of us if cell phones were around though. That part is scary.
