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I started off my second year in Speech and Language Sciences the same way as most other Brock students. The first week was spent partying and catching up with friends. However, unlike most of my peers I was still underage. Instead of waiting one more month to go out to the bars with the rest of my house mates, I decided to speed up the process and get a fake ID. So the next time my friends went out to the bar, I decided to give my fake ID a try. We all went to Isaacs and when I got to the front of the line I had all the information on the ID memorized, however once I couldn’t produce a second piece of identification I got my ID taken away and I was told by campus police that I was getting a ticket for using falsified identification. I had never previously been in trouble and it was a really big shock being reprimanded and written up. After that I had to go to a hearing where a panel of Brock students decided what my sanctions would be. I was given a fine of $125 and banned from Isaacs; I was also asked to write this story. I felt terrible for not only wasting people’s time from the University Disciplinary Panel and Campus Security but also making such a huge mistake that negatively affected my first month of school. It was really difficult to tell my parents because I knew they would be very disappointed in me. If I had only waited another month, until I was 19, this whole situation could have been avoided. There are other ways of having a good time aside from going to a bar and risking the chance of getting in trouble. Even if you feel like the only person who is not able to go, chances are, there are a lot more people in the same situation. I have learned that it is not worth using a fake ID even if it means missing out on some “fun”, because there is absolutely nothing enjoyable about getting caught. I also learned that I want to be a better role model, especially to my younger siblings, who I hope will make a better choice if they face a similar experience. Overall, this has been a life experience that I have learned from, albeit one I hope to never experience again!
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I am a third year Business Communications Student at Brock University. Anyone who knows me would say that I am a hard working, committed student. I come from a small town, and a close-knit family who has and continues to teach me life lessons that mold me into the individual I am today. Never would my parents have ever expected to receive a phone call at 2:30am stating that their daughter was handcuffed and in the hospital.
It all started at my student house. My roommates and I were getting ready for the Big Ticket Frosh week concert; blasting music, and cracking open a few beers. We knew it was a rave concert, therefore the idea of dropping a little MDMA was crossing everyone’s minds. I was the only one that hadn’t done the drug before, but to my knowledge, ecstasy was just something that made people happier and more energetic.
As the night progressed, it was decision time. All I could think was “Heck, everyone else is doing it, so why not? Nothing bad can happen to me.” Or so I thought.
My night became an absolute blur the minute I arrived at the concert. I felt like I had zero control over my body. I was running around aimlessly, felt sick, and became violent with my peers and the staff that tried to calm me down. To make a long story short, it was terrifying. This drug turned me into a monster.
Next thing you know I was being held down, strapped to an ambulance, and taken to Emergency. I woke up undressed, with needles all over, and my mother crying over me.
Not only did I endanger myself, I also scared parents and broke the trusting relationship we had before this experience. Lets just say it was one silent ride home that evening.
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