* I wrote about my first time at a frat party with my best friend because I felt as though it explains my love for youth. Being reckless and having fun is what it's all about. = Growing up is something that I never want to do, so why not explain one reason why. *
FINAL DRAFT
Amber Koterba
March 1st 2015.
ENG 100, TUES/THURS 12:10
Creative Non-fiction Essay
“#FratLife”
Everything from that point on, I didn’t remember. I blacked out. I woke up the next morning in serious discomfort. Opening my eyes to a freezing cold floor and cabinets all around me, I ran to the bathroom; hovered over the toilet and let it out. I brushed my teeth, chugged a bottle of water then went into Brianna’s room to ask her what the hell happened last night after we left the second frat. She laughed and began to tell me all of the stupid things I did. Mind you, I do not remember any of this, it was told to me the next morning. As we left the frat, I went into the kitchen and took a can of green beans and a North Face that wasn’t mine. I’m confused as to why no one tried to stop me from doing that but okay. Anyway, on the walk to the bus stop I said that I had to go to the bathroom so I ran before the library and went to the bathroom and then they lost me. I do not remember how I got home, the only thing that I knew is that I was in the bus crying because I sent Brianna a video through text message. Thank god I was at least smart enough to do that! When we got back to the apartment, Bri told me that I kept saying “This was the funniest night of my life,” And here’s why.
It was a boring, freezing cold Saturday night when my friend called me and asked me to come up to West Chester University to hang out with her and her roommates. I walked into her apartment and I could overhear Brianna in her room talking to Sheena about what we were going to do tonight. However, I only brought clothes for a chill, relaxing night, not party clothes. I walk into Brianna’s room and the first thing she says to me is, “You better go through my closet and find an outfit to wear tonight because Maggie just texted me and said Phi Sig is an open party tonight!” I knew exactly what the night was going to bring us.
Brianna and I have been friends since the 7th grade. She knows every little detail about me. Whether it includes my fears, when I’m upset, my favorite color; the girl can even read my mind. We were always so innocent and scared of everything up until senior year of high school, although we didn’t even go to the same high school. The summer after graduating high school, there was not a weekend when we weren’t drinking and getting really drunk. Throwing up in the same bathroom, drinking a whole bottle and blacking out, calling everyone in our contact list is how we spent every single weekend including beach trips. Well, after that summer we drifted because she went off to school and I stayed at home. I could tell this night was going to be wild if my best friend and I were going to a frat house for the first time together.
As I looked through Brianna’s closet, I saw the cutest bright florescent pink crop top, with gold chains that hang as straps for the shirt. I put that on along with my black leggings, slip on my black knee high boots and I was ready to go. “Can I borrow a hoodie too?” I asked Brianna.
“Are you crazy dude?! You don’t wear a nice jacket to a FRAT party!” Looks like I was going to freeze that night. Brianna had called a few of her sorority friends over to come pre game with us before we headed over to the frat. They arrive and she pours 7 husky shots into cute little pink shot glasses for all of us. When the orange Burnettes slid down my throat, I could feel my esophagus burning, as if little men were running around lighting my insides on fire. I wasn’t going to carry around an entire handle of Brunettes around with me so I grabbed a half gallon of iced T, poured majority of it out and filled the entire thing with whatever alcohol was left in the Burnettes bottle into there. We all had drank quite a bit before we left to catch the bus up to main. The freezing, blistering cold air brushed abruptly against my shoulder and I instantly regretted not wearing any type of jacket. I mean for God’s sake, it was a night in January; of course it was going to be cold!
Once we got onto the bus, Brianna and I had to help each other up onto what looked like abnormally narrow steps of the bus because we were both pretty drunk. When we get off the bus stop to walk towards Phi Sig I was literally numb to the cold. Being that I was so drunk, I was actually hot in that 32 degree weather.
“Yooo guys come in, grab a cup and get fucked up!” The first thing someone says to us?! Hell yeah! As we walk in the front door, there is no room to walk. It’s hard to breathe because people crowded every single empty space of this house. We walk towards the pong table and I could feel people’s eyes following me and Brianna. We stood by the table and just mingled with a few of the frat boys for about half hour when we hear a huge bang on the door. It’s the cops, everyone get to the back!!!” Brianna, Maggie and I run up the loud, tiny staircase. As we stand in the attic with only a few people in it, I sneezed. Of course I would do something like that, right? Everybody told me to shut up and stop talking…… Although I wasn’t talking I just sneezed. Someone comes stomping like a hippo up the stairs to start clearing people out through the tiny back door. By this time I thought that I had the drunkenness scared out of me but nobody wanted to go back in that direction because we all had open bottles of liquor on us. God forbid if the cops caught us, could not afford an underage.
We were walking down Orange Street, trying to figure out something to do. We look back and see no sign of any cops or cop cars. “Thank god,” I thought in my head. I really did not want to have an encounter with the cops.
We get to the next frat and the guy standing at the door says “Can I see your sign?” Before we left Brianna had shown me her sorority sign so I quickly threw up the sign and walked in the door.
This frat was even worse than the last one. When we walked in the door, we walked through a cluttered kitchen with trash all over the place. In the living room there were a few people playing kings cup around a small little table. Walking down these wooden, windy steps into the basement all I could see was little pieces of popcorn and food surrounding the edges of the steps. “Holy shit,” Brianna said. Holy shit is right. In this tiny little basement there had to have been at least 150 people. Colorful graffiti filled the walls, and a picture drawn of the Mona Lisa but it said “Stona Lisa” and had a blunt in her mouth. Rainbow lights filled the entire basement, strobe lights everywhere you turn, making it almost impossible to walk. We eventually made our way to the bar where they had made jungle juice. I slugged 3 cups within a half hour, and killed the rest of my bottle. Inside of this tiny basement filled with so many people, I did not feel as drunk as I should have been; until I heard the song “Heads will roll”. Brianna grabbed me and started dancing with me. As we shook around this small space we had to dance, Maggie threw up. EVERYWHERE, all over my pants and all over Brianna’s shoes. Right then and there we knew we had to go before we could embarrass ourselves any more.
Right after that happened, I blacked out. I couldn’t remember a damn thing when I woke up the next morning. I had to ask Brianna what happened last night and she could hardly even tell me, her roommate had too. I tried to recap the night, what I could remember was getting ready for the night and going to Phi Sig. Once we got there, the cops came and everyone had to run. The second frat was a shit show. The last thing I remembered from the night before was Maggie throwing up all over me and Brianna.After we had all talked about what had happened that night, I saw a can of green beans and a North Face laying on the floor of the kitchen along with a pillow and a blanket, I couldn't help myself but to cry of laughter due to the stupidity of me last night.
Amber Koterba
March 1st 2015.
ENG 100, TUES/THURS 12:10
Creative Non-fiction Essay
“#FratLife”
Everything from that point on, I didn’t remember. I blacked out. I woke up the next morning in serious discomfort. Opening my eyes to a freezing cold floor and cabinets all around me, I ran to the bathroom; hovered over the toilet and let it out. I brushed my teeth, chugged a bottle of water then went into Brianna’s room to ask her what the hell happened last night after we left the second frat. She laughed and began to tell me all of the stupid things I did. Mind you, I do not remember any of this, it was told to me the next morning. As we left the frat, I went into the kitchen and took a can of green beans and a North Face that wasn’t mine. I’m confused as to why no one tried to stop me from doing that but okay. Anyway, on the walk to the bus stop I said that I had to go to the bathroom so I ran before the library and went to the bathroom and then they lost me. I do not remember how I got home, the only thing that I knew is that I was in the bus crying because I sent Brianna a video through text message. Thank god I was at least smart enough to do that! When we got back to the apartment, Bri told me that I kept saying “This was the funniest night of my life,” And here’s why.
It was a boring, freezing cold Saturday night when my friend called me and asked me to come up to West Chester University to hang out with her and her roommates. I walked into her apartment and I could overhear Brianna in her room talking to Sheena about what we were going to do tonight. However, I only brought clothes for a chill, relaxing night, not party clothes. I walk into Brianna’s room and the first thing she says to me is, “You better go through my closet and find an outfit to wear tonight because Maggie just texted me and said Phi Sig is an open party tonight!” I knew exactly what the night was going to bring us.
Brianna and I have been friends since the 7th grade. She knows every little detail about me. Whether it includes my fears, when I’m upset, my favorite color; the girl can even read my mind. We were always so innocent and scared of everything up until senior year of high school, although we didn’t even go to the same high school. The summer after graduating high school, there was not a weekend when we weren’t drinking and getting really drunk. Throwing up in the same bathroom, drinking a whole bottle and blacking out, calling everyone in our contact list is how we spent every single weekend including beach trips. Well, after that summer we drifted because she went off to school and I stayed at home. I could tell this night was going to be wild if my best friend and I were going to a frat house for the first time together.
As I looked through Brianna’s closet, I saw the cutest bright florescent pink crop top, with gold chains that hang as straps for the shirt. I put that on along with my black leggings, slip on my black knee high boots and I was ready to go. “Can I borrow a hoodie too?” I asked Brianna.
“Are you crazy dude?! You don’t wear a nice jacket to a FRAT party!” Looks like I was going to freeze that night. Brianna had called a few of her sorority friends over to come pre game with us before we headed over to the frat. They arrive and she pours 7 husky shots into cute little pink shot glasses for all of us. When the orange Burnettes slid down my throat, I could feel my esophagus burning, as if little men were running around lighting my insides on fire. I wasn’t going to carry around an entire handle of Brunettes around with me so I grabbed a half gallon of iced T, poured majority of it out and filled the entire thing with whatever alcohol was left in the Burnettes bottle into there. We all had drank quite a bit before we left to catch the bus up to main. The freezing, blistering cold air brushed abruptly against my shoulder and I instantly regretted not wearing any type of jacket. I mean for God’s sake, it was a night in January; of course it was going to be cold!
Once we got onto the bus, Brianna and I had to help each other up onto what looked like abnormally narrow steps of the bus because we were both pretty drunk. When we get off the bus stop to walk towards Phi Sig I was literally numb to the cold. Being that I was so drunk, I was actually hot in that 32 degree weather.
“Yooo guys come in, grab a cup and get fucked up!” The first thing someone says to us?! Hell yeah! As we walk in the front door, there is no room to walk. It’s hard to breathe because people crowded every single empty space of this house. We walk towards the pong table and I could feel people’s eyes following me and Brianna. We stood by the table and just mingled with a few of the frat boys for about half hour when we hear a huge bang on the door. It’s the cops, everyone get to the back!!!” Brianna, Maggie and I run up the loud, tiny staircase. As we stand in the attic with only a few people in it, I sneezed. Of course I would do something like that, right? Everybody told me to shut up and stop talking…… Although I wasn’t talking I just sneezed. Someone comes stomping like a hippo up the stairs to start clearing people out through the tiny back door. By this time I thought that I had the drunkenness scared out of me but nobody wanted to go back in that direction because we all had open bottles of liquor on us. God forbid if the cops caught us, could not afford an underage.
We were walking down Orange Street, trying to figure out something to do. We look back and see no sign of any cops or cop cars. “Thank god,” I thought in my head. I really did not want to have an encounter with the cops.
We get to the next frat and the guy standing at the door says “Can I see your sign?” Before we left Brianna had shown me her sorority sign so I quickly threw up the sign and walked in the door.
This frat was even worse than the last one. When we walked in the door, we walked through a cluttered kitchen with trash all over the place. In the living room there were a few people playing kings cup around a small little table. Walking down these wooden, windy steps into the basement all I could see was little pieces of popcorn and food surrounding the edges of the steps. “Holy shit,” Brianna said. Holy shit is right. In this tiny little basement there had to have been at least 150 people. Colorful graffiti filled the walls, and a picture drawn of the Mona Lisa but it said “Stona Lisa” and had a blunt in her mouth. Rainbow lights filled the entire basement, strobe lights everywhere you turn, making it almost impossible to walk. We eventually made our way to the bar where they had made jungle juice. I slugged 3 cups within a half hour, and killed the rest of my bottle. Inside of this tiny basement filled with so many people, I did not feel as drunk as I should have been; until I heard the song “Heads will roll”. Brianna grabbed me and started dancing with me. As we shook around this small space we had to dance, Maggie threw up. EVERYWHERE, all over my pants and all over Brianna’s shoes. Right then and there we knew we had to go before we could embarrass ourselves any more.
Right after that happened, I blacked out. I couldn’t remember a damn thing when I woke up the next morning. I had to ask Brianna what happened last night and she could hardly even tell me, her roommate had too. I tried to recap the night, what I could remember was getting ready for the night and going to Phi Sig. Once we got there, the cops came and everyone had to run. The second frat was a shit show. The last thing I remembered from the night before was Maggie throwing up all over me and Brianna.After we had all talked about what had happened that night, I saw a can of green beans and a North Face laying on the floor of the kitchen along with a pillow and a blanket, I couldn't help myself but to cry of laughter due to the stupidity of me last night.
Rough draft
Amber Koterba
ENG 100
02/23/15
Sabatino Mangini
That one time I got really drunk
It was just a boring, cold Saturday night when my friend called me and asked me to come up to West Chester University at her apartment to hangout with her and her roommates. I walked into her apartment and I could overhear Brianna in her room talking to Sheena about what they were going to do tonight. However, I only brought clothes for a chill night, not party clothes. I walk into Brianna’s room and the first thing she says to me is, “You better go through my closet and find an outfit to wear tonight because Maggie just texted me and said Phi Sig is an open party tonight!” So, I knew what the night was going to bring as soon as she said that to me.
Brianna and I have been friends since the 7th grade. She knows everything little detail about me, weather it includes my fears, when i’m upset, my favorite color, the girl can even read my mind. We were always innocent and goody two shoes up until senior year of highschool hit, although didn’t even go to the same high school. The summer after graduating high school, there was not a weekend when we weren’t drinking and getting really wasted. Throwing up in the same bathroom, drinking a whole bottle and blacking out, calling everyone in our contact list is how we spent every single weekend. Beach trips, you name it. Well, after that summer we sort of drifted because she went off to school and I stayed at home. So, I knew this night was going to be wild if my best friend and I were going to a frat house for the first time together.
As I looked through Brianna’s closet, I saw the cutest bright florescent pink crop top, with gold chains that hang as straps for the shirt. I put that on along with my black leggings, slip on my black knee high boots and I was ready to go. “Can I borrow a hoodie too?” I asked Brianna. “ARE YOU CRAZY DUDE? You don’t wear a nice jacket to a FRAT party!” Looks like I was going to freeze that night. Brianna had called a few of her sorority friends over to come pre game with us before we went over to the frat. They arrive and she pours 7 husky shots into cute little pink shot glasses for all of us. When the orange burrentes slid down my throat, I could literally feel my esophagus burning, as if little men were running around lighting my insides on fire. I wasn’t going to carry around an entire handle of burrentes around with me so I grabbed a half gallon of iced T, poured majority of it out and filled the entire thing with whatever alcohol was left in the Burnettes bottle into there. We all had drank quite a bit before we left to catch the bus up to main. It was freezing, blistering cold air brushed abruptly against my shower and I instantly regretted not wearing any type of jacket. I mean for Gods sake, it was a night in JANUARY, of course it was going to be cold!
Once we got onto the bus, Brianna and I had to help eachother up onto the what looked like abnormally narrow steps of the bus because we were both pretty drunk. When we get off the bus stop to walk towards Phi Sig I was literally numb to the cold. Being that I was spdrunk, I was actually hot in that 32 degree weather.
“YOOOOOO GUYS COME IN, GRAB A CUP AND GET FUCKED UP!” The first thing someone says to us?! HELL YEAH. As we walk in, there is no roon to walk. It’s almost hard to breath because people crowd every single space of this house. We walk towards the pong table and I could feel peoples eyes following me and Brianna. We stand by the table and just mingle with a few of the frat boys for about half hour when we hear a huge bang on the door. “ITS THE COPS EVERYONE GET TO THE BACK.” Brianna, Maggie and I run up the loud, tiny staircase. As we stand in the attic with only a few people in it, I sneezed. OF COURSE ME, RIGHT? Everybody told me to shut up and stop talking…… Although I wasn’t talking I just sneezed. Someone comes stomping like a hippo up the stairs to start clearing people out through the tiny back door. By this time I thought that I had the drunkenness scared out of me but nobody wanted to go back in that direction because we all had open bottles of liquor on us and God forbid the cops caught us. Cannot afford an underage.
We get to the next frat and the guy standing at the door says “Can I see your sign?” Before we left Brianna had shown me her sorority signs so I quickly threw up the sign and walked in the door.
This frat was even worse than the last one. When we walked in the door, we walked through a cluttered kitchen with trash all over the place. In the living room there were a few people playing kings cup around a small little table. Walking down these wooden, windy steps into the basement all I could see was little pieces of popcorn and food surrounding the edges of the steps. “Holy shit,” Brianna said. Holy shit is right. In this tiny little basement there had to have been at least 150 people. Colorful graffiti filled the walls, and a picture drawn of the Mona Lisa but it said “Stona Lisa” and had a blunt in her mouth. Rainbow lights filled the entire basement, strobe lights everywhere you turn, making it almost impossible to walk. We eventually made our way to the bar where they had made jungle juice. I slugged 3 cups within a half hour, and killed the rest of my bottle. Inside of this tiny basement filled with so many people, I did NOT feel as drunk as I should have; until I heard the song “Heads will roll”. Brianna grabbed me and started dancing with me. As we shook around this small space we had to dance, Maggie threw up. EVERYWHERE, all over my pants and all over Briannas shoes. Right then and there we knew we had to go before we could embarrass ourselves any more.
Everything from that point on, I didn’t remember. I blacked out. I woke up the next morning in serious discomfort. I ran to the bathroom, hovered over the toilet and let it out. I brushed my teeth, chugged a bottle of water then went into Briannas room to ask her what the hell happened last night after we left the second frat. She laughed and begin to tell me all of the stupid things I did. Mind you, I do not remember any of this, it was told to me the next morning. As we left the frat, I went into the kitchen and took a can of green beans and a North Face that wasn’t mine. I’m confused as to why no one tried to stop me from doing that but okay. Anyway, on the walk to the bus stop I said that I had to go to the bathroom so I ran before the library and went to the bathroom and then they lost me. I do not remember how I got home, the only thing that I know is that i was in the bus crying because I sent Brianna a video. Thank god I was atleast smart enough to do that! When we got back, I made chicken fingers and fell right asleep immediatly after.
CONCLUSION….. I don’t know how to write conclusions.
Amber Koterba
ENG 100
02/23/15
Sabatino Mangini
That one time I got really drunk
It was just a boring, cold Saturday night when my friend called me and asked me to come up to West Chester University at her apartment to hangout with her and her roommates. I walked into her apartment and I could overhear Brianna in her room talking to Sheena about what they were going to do tonight. However, I only brought clothes for a chill night, not party clothes. I walk into Brianna’s room and the first thing she says to me is, “You better go through my closet and find an outfit to wear tonight because Maggie just texted me and said Phi Sig is an open party tonight!” So, I knew what the night was going to bring as soon as she said that to me.
Brianna and I have been friends since the 7th grade. She knows everything little detail about me, weather it includes my fears, when i’m upset, my favorite color, the girl can even read my mind. We were always innocent and goody two shoes up until senior year of highschool hit, although didn’t even go to the same high school. The summer after graduating high school, there was not a weekend when we weren’t drinking and getting really wasted. Throwing up in the same bathroom, drinking a whole bottle and blacking out, calling everyone in our contact list is how we spent every single weekend. Beach trips, you name it. Well, after that summer we sort of drifted because she went off to school and I stayed at home. So, I knew this night was going to be wild if my best friend and I were going to a frat house for the first time together.
As I looked through Brianna’s closet, I saw the cutest bright florescent pink crop top, with gold chains that hang as straps for the shirt. I put that on along with my black leggings, slip on my black knee high boots and I was ready to go. “Can I borrow a hoodie too?” I asked Brianna. “ARE YOU CRAZY DUDE? You don’t wear a nice jacket to a FRAT party!” Looks like I was going to freeze that night. Brianna had called a few of her sorority friends over to come pre game with us before we went over to the frat. They arrive and she pours 7 husky shots into cute little pink shot glasses for all of us. When the orange burrentes slid down my throat, I could literally feel my esophagus burning, as if little men were running around lighting my insides on fire. I wasn’t going to carry around an entire handle of burrentes around with me so I grabbed a half gallon of iced T, poured majority of it out and filled the entire thing with whatever alcohol was left in the Burnettes bottle into there. We all had drank quite a bit before we left to catch the bus up to main. It was freezing, blistering cold air brushed abruptly against my shower and I instantly regretted not wearing any type of jacket. I mean for Gods sake, it was a night in JANUARY, of course it was going to be cold!
Once we got onto the bus, Brianna and I had to help eachother up onto the what looked like abnormally narrow steps of the bus because we were both pretty drunk. When we get off the bus stop to walk towards Phi Sig I was literally numb to the cold. Being that I was spdrunk, I was actually hot in that 32 degree weather.
“YOOOOOO GUYS COME IN, GRAB A CUP AND GET FUCKED UP!” The first thing someone says to us?! HELL YEAH. As we walk in, there is no roon to walk. It’s almost hard to breath because people crowd every single space of this house. We walk towards the pong table and I could feel peoples eyes following me and Brianna. We stand by the table and just mingle with a few of the frat boys for about half hour when we hear a huge bang on the door. “ITS THE COPS EVERYONE GET TO THE BACK.” Brianna, Maggie and I run up the loud, tiny staircase. As we stand in the attic with only a few people in it, I sneezed. OF COURSE ME, RIGHT? Everybody told me to shut up and stop talking…… Although I wasn’t talking I just sneezed. Someone comes stomping like a hippo up the stairs to start clearing people out through the tiny back door. By this time I thought that I had the drunkenness scared out of me but nobody wanted to go back in that direction because we all had open bottles of liquor on us and God forbid the cops caught us. Cannot afford an underage.
We get to the next frat and the guy standing at the door says “Can I see your sign?” Before we left Brianna had shown me her sorority signs so I quickly threw up the sign and walked in the door.
This frat was even worse than the last one. When we walked in the door, we walked through a cluttered kitchen with trash all over the place. In the living room there were a few people playing kings cup around a small little table. Walking down these wooden, windy steps into the basement all I could see was little pieces of popcorn and food surrounding the edges of the steps. “Holy shit,” Brianna said. Holy shit is right. In this tiny little basement there had to have been at least 150 people. Colorful graffiti filled the walls, and a picture drawn of the Mona Lisa but it said “Stona Lisa” and had a blunt in her mouth. Rainbow lights filled the entire basement, strobe lights everywhere you turn, making it almost impossible to walk. We eventually made our way to the bar where they had made jungle juice. I slugged 3 cups within a half hour, and killed the rest of my bottle. Inside of this tiny basement filled with so many people, I did NOT feel as drunk as I should have; until I heard the song “Heads will roll”. Brianna grabbed me and started dancing with me. As we shook around this small space we had to dance, Maggie threw up. EVERYWHERE, all over my pants and all over Briannas shoes. Right then and there we knew we had to go before we could embarrass ourselves any more.
Everything from that point on, I didn’t remember. I blacked out. I woke up the next morning in serious discomfort. I ran to the bathroom, hovered over the toilet and let it out. I brushed my teeth, chugged a bottle of water then went into Briannas room to ask her what the hell happened last night after we left the second frat. She laughed and begin to tell me all of the stupid things I did. Mind you, I do not remember any of this, it was told to me the next morning. As we left the frat, I went into the kitchen and took a can of green beans and a North Face that wasn’t mine. I’m confused as to why no one tried to stop me from doing that but okay. Anyway, on the walk to the bus stop I said that I had to go to the bathroom so I ran before the library and went to the bathroom and then they lost me. I do not remember how I got home, the only thing that I know is that i was in the bus crying because I sent Brianna a video. Thank god I was atleast smart enough to do that! When we got back, I made chicken fingers and fell right asleep immediatly after.
CONCLUSION….. I don’t know how to write conclusions.