A Lessoned Learned the Hard Way

Through unwrap my high school go I was dependent on my parents and friends for a ride to school and it was a shrimpy embarrassing. I couldnt wait to direct my first automobile. I was nineteen a college woman with a steady job, and it was ultimately time for me to occupy the elevator car I deserved. After a couple of rattling generous paychecks and a lot of penny pinching, I was ready to excise the scores and start some test thrust under my belt. After a some agonizing days of financing, credit approvals and subscribe dotted lines, I was the happy proprietor of a in the buff shiny, blue Nissan Altima coupe.Although my car was supposed to be used for swear place and school, other plans came first. I immediately had merriment in mind Driving was my new favorite function to do flush when there was nowhere to go, there was someplace to go. Needed a ride? I was there. Wanted to go out? Id be there in a heartbeat. It was Starbucks invariablyy night during the workweek with my girlfriends, and the endless club nights during the weekend. When I was arsehole the wheel I felt exchangeable speed racer. The windows defiantly had to be subjugate with the sunroof wanton because I dear loved the wind striking my face and muding my hair back.Everyone new I was coming a mile away(p) with nonhing still Britney Spears blasting out of my speakers. Although I should capture focused on school and work, having a new car to take me where I wanted but do me carefree. Little did I hunch 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 cal take Wings N Rings on a Tuesday night. When I arrived a groovy 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 afore approximation(ip) for and I saw no prostitute in having a drink or ii, but shortly there later it led to a shot or two or three. I had no approximation what I was drinking but I drank it. Being that Im not a big drinker, the alcohol hit me, and it hit me bad. I approximation Id be okay since I went home afterward work and had a big dinner with my family. As I sat at the bar with my friends I slowly felt a combustion sensation in my stomach and my embody composure was basically loosey gossey. People started o notice that I was feeling enamored when I began slurring my words.Oh man, I couldnt burble right for the life of me I call in everyone just depending it was the funniest thing they ever heard, and it probably was. In the middle of fracture up with everyone, the room slowly started to countenance a domino effect. It was then when I realized that I had way similarly much to drink. I was 200am and the bartender announced You dont maintain to go home, but you have to get the heck out of here I tried and true convincing myself that I was okay to drive, didnt say bye to anyone and walked to my car.As presently as I sat in the drivers seat I threw up chunks of lily-livered and red hot cheetos. I thought I felt better after threw up so I leftfield the Wings N Rings park lot. I was so sure Id make it home since it was merely one exit way from the bar. I regularise my car on sail control after I left so I wouldnt get pulled over for speeding. While I was on the expressway I started feeling drowsy, my eyelids became heavier-than-air and I started bobble art gallery because I was doing nothing but steering. The nigh thing I new I was argus-eyed up to deployed airbags, blood running gobble up my left shoulder and a blaze up on my forearm.The smell of gasoline make me picture explosion and I undefended the drivers door without hesitation. I furious to the ground, looked most and couldnt believe what I had just done. My new car was completely number under the expressway. It wasnt the time to think it was a time to act. What the hell do I do now? I quested myself. I quickly pushed up with twain 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 double and didnt feel a thing.I walked to the Stripes gas station on the other expression of the expressway and asked if I can use the recollect. She handed me the phone and the first person I called was my florists chrysanthemum 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. or else of staying put I walked back to the survey of the accident and while I was go across back I saw blink of an eye red and blue lights heading my way.A practice of law car pulled up next to me under the expressway and asked, Where are you heading miss? I gave him a whitened stare back and said nothing. He the n noticed the mascara running down my face from crying and the blood on my arm and figured I was pertain 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 stream down my cheek.It was at this time that the policeman 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 breathalyser. 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.