It’s that time of the year again when all the college students go on Spring Break. They have been looking forward to it all semester. Spring Break for a college student is like a Bachelor/Bachelorette party to the average adult. It’s fun, you know everyone, and you get to meet new people from other colleges.
Usually, you book your spring break through a travel agency. I booked my spring break through StudentCity.com. Now before I continue, I’m going to take you through my personal spring break experience.
I was in college at the time, attending Indiana University, and all my friends were going to Acapulco Mexico for spring break. I was 19 at the time and a sophomore in college. I had to think of the best way to approach my parents, since I come from a family that is very conservative and leery about places like Mexico and spring break hot spots.
I proposed that instead of a birthday present (since my birthday is in February), they could pay for my spring break trip. Their first response was “NO, it’s too dangerous there. We don’t care if all your friends are going, YOU’RE NOT GOING!”
Long story short, they called me and said, “your mother and I decided we are going to let you go and that will be your birthday gift.” I was so excited and happy. I booked the trip through StudentCity.com and of course, got the “All Access” package, which includes getting into every club, no lines, etc.
Come March, I boarded the plane to Acapulco Mexico with my friends and the entire plane was filled with students from my college. When we landed, we went directly to the hotel, showered and got ready for the night. We were headed to a club where Snoop Dog was performing, then after to a club where Samantha Ronson was DJing.
We arrived to the first club around 9PM, completely sober. The place was packed! I waited for our drinks to be made. My mom always told me to “NEVER DRINK ANYTHING YOU DID NOT SEE POURED DIRECTLY FROM THE BARTENDER.” So, I made sure I went to the bartender myself.
The place was dark with half beach and half nightclub flooring. As I was paying, my friend said “I’m going down to the beach because Snoop Dog is coming on now.”
I took a sip of my drink and not even 5 minutes later, I started to feel weird. I felt like I needed to sit down ASAP, but there was nowhere to sit. I remember putting all the drinks down (couldn’t care less about them) and sitting down on a pile of garbage bags outside of the DJ booth! Considering how OCD I am with cleanliness, I knew something was wrong. The DJ came out and said, “You have to get up NOW, no one can be over here.” I replied, “I don’t feel well I think someone put something in my drink” to which he responded, “Not my problem” and he went back into the DJ booth.
I started feeling more dizzy and confused of my surroundings. I remember hearing cheering in the background and Snoop Dog singing “Ain’t Nothin But a Gangsta Party”. I went to leave the club and go outside to grab a cab back to the hotel, using all my strength to make it to the cab line! It was all random Acapulco locals standing out there and cabs.
As I made it up the stairs outside the club, I felt pee coming down my leg. Then I saw all black. I woke up 15 minutes later sitting in a cab outside my hotel. I looked to the left and a guy around my age looked at me and said, “Are you ok? I saw you faint outside the club and some locals were trying to take you in their car and I quickly said you were with me.”
Lucky me, right?
I had no clue at that time what was going on or who he was. He told me, “don’t worry, I go to Purdue (Another college in Indiana neighboring mine) and came here with 5 of my girlfriends (girls who are friends) from school.” His name was Steven an he had gorgeous green eyes, looked like your average college student. He told me, “You and your friends checked in with StudentCity at the Hotel the same time my group did.”
Steven assured me that I was safe and said, “we have to get you changed and at least 5 bottles of water in you.” I still had no function of my legs and was very weak. He carried me to his room, which was ironically down the hall from mine. He first had me drink a full bottle of water, gave me a pair of sweatpants and said I needed to be supervised for a few hours because… “You were roofied”.
Needless to say, I was too nervous to tell my parents. They didn’t want me to go in the first place and well… it was only the first night!
I vaguely remember being upset that I didn’t get to see Sam Ronson DJ! Priorities at 19! To everyone out there, they change as you get older and more mature.
During the rest of my vacation I spent time with Steven. He saved my life! I was 19 years old, and I am currently 26, I will forever be thankful to him for his kindness. Who knows what could have happened. I went to the hotel doctor 3 hrs later, and they told me they found large doses of a drug called Flunitrazepam, also known as being “Roofied”. The doctor told me “this is Mexico, even though you got your drink from the bartender he could have been in on it. Someone was most likely watching me, waiting.”
I can’t stress enough to parents, that they make sure their children are aware, and don’t be alone at any time — not even when going to the bathroom. I was lucky, I had a really genuine nice guy who happened to be there at that same time. I could have been raped and killed if it weren’t for him.
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