A Lessoned Learned the Hard Way

Throughout my high school career I was pendant on my parents and friends for a ride to school and it was a little em pass onrassing. I couldnt wait to get my first car. I was nineteen a college char with a steady job, and it was finally time for me to get the car I deserved. After a couple of very generous paychecks and a lot of penny pinching, I was ready to hit the lots and get some test driving under my belt. After a few agonizing days of financing, ascribe approvals and signing dotted lines, I was the happy owner of a saucy shiny, blue Nissan Altima coupe.Although my car was supposed to be used for work and school, other plans came first. I immediately had fun in mind Driving was my new favorite thing to do even when there was nowhere to go, there was somewhere to go. require a ride? I was there. Wanted to go out? Id be there in a heartbeat. It was Starbucks every night during the week with my girlfriends, and the endless club nights during the weekend. When I was behind t he wheel I felt like speed racer. The windows defiantly had to be down with the sunroof impolite because I just loved the wind hitting my administration and blowing my hair back.Everyone new I was coming a mile a track with nothing exclusively Britney Spears blasting out of my speakers. Although I should have focused on school and work, having a new car to take me where I wanted only do me carefree. Little did I know I was writing my own recipe for disaster? I had started hanging out with acquaintances that liked partying more, and one of my party friends Karla invited me to a bar and grill called go N Rings on a Tuesday night. When I arrived a good friend of mine was playing that night in his band, Holly Madison.It was open bar for the band and their friends, including me. A good time was all I had planned for and I saw no harm in having a drink or two, but shortly thereafter it led to a shot or two or three. I had no idea what I was beverage but I drank it. Being that Im not a big drinker, the alcohol hit me, and it hit me bad. I thought Id be okay since I went home after work and had a big dinner with my family. As I sat at the bar with my friends I slowly felt a burning sensation in my stomach and my body composure was basically loosey gossey. People started o notice that I was feeling tipsy when I began slurring my words.Oh man, I couldnt talk right for the life of me I remember everyone just thinking it was the funniest thing they ever heard, and it credibly was. In the middle of cracking up with everyone, the room slowly started to have a domino effect. It was then when I realized that I had way too much to drink. I was 200am and the bartender announced You dont have to go home, but you have to get the heck out of here I tried convincing myself that I was okay to drive, didnt say bye to anyone and walked to my car.As soon as I sat in the drivers seat I threw up chunks of chicken and red hot cheetos. I thought I felt better after threw up so I le ft the Wings N Rings parking lot. I was so sure Id make it home since it was only one exit way from the bar. I put my car on cruise control after I left so I wouldnt get pulled over for speeding. While I was on the pike I started feeling drowsy, my eyelids became heavy and I started bobble heading because I was doing nothing but steering. The next thing I new I was waking up to deployed airbags, blood running down my left shoulder and a burn on my forearm.The smell of gasoline made me sketch explosion and I opened the drivers door without hesitation. I fell to the ground, looked around and couldnt believe what I had just done. My new car was completely come under the expressway. It wasnt the time to think it was a time to act. What the hell do I do now? I asked myself. I quickly pushed up with both my arms to get up from the floor when my left arm gave out. My arm was dislocated, but since I was so upset I popped it back in without thinking twice and didnt feel a thing.I walked to the Stripes gas station on the other side of the expressway and asked if I lot use the phone. She handed me the phone and the first person I called was my mom that was just three blocks away. She answered in a groggy voice I told her what had happened and she hung up scared for my life. I had just made the biggest mistake of my young life and stared crying. Instead of staying put I walked back to the scene of the accident and while I was crossing back I saw flashing red and blue lights heading my way.A police car pulled up next to me under the expressway and asked, Where are you heading miss? I gave him a blank stare back and said nothing. He then noticed the mascara running down my face from crying and the blood on my arm and figured I was involved in the car wreck up the road. I noticed my moms truck on the other side of the road and ran to her. I had never seen her so upset. She shouted Que chingados estabas haciendo mija? meaning what the hell have you been doing daughter? My answer to her was I fell asleep mom Im sorry as tears came flowing down my cheek.It was at this time that the officer made his way over to me ask me to blow into a gadget I had never seen before, that just so happened to be a breathalyzer. As soon as he told me what it was I pretended to blow as hard as I could, but blew down so it wouldnt go straight into the breathalyzer. I never in my right mind thought this would work, but the officer was fooled and thought the breathalyzer wasnt functioning right. Right after that he asked me if I had been drinking and I told him I hadnt. He read me my rights, handcuffed me and put me in the back seat of the police car. Everything was so surreal.