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My experience in Abiristeily

I study in gymnasium (I don’t know if it’s called that) 3rd and last year. Started when I was 16-year-old with vocational/tradeschool (going to be a baker). Anyway a person who studies the last year in gymnasium is called abi and risteily means cruise. The cruise me and my class went from Helsinki to Tallinn and back but without landing in Estonia 15th day of February and came back to  Finland on 16th day. The cruise ship is full of about 18-20-year-old people. Sounds fun, right?

I was really scared before because I don’t have friends and I thought I’m going to be alone.

I went to Helsinki with train and rest way I walked. Waiting to get to the ship was awful. So many people and had to wait about 2 hours to get in. They had to check every baggage althought they didn’t even check properly just opened a little and asked if I had any water bottles.

I finally got in and found my room where the roommate was already with someone already. She promised I can be with her and her friends the night. Someone brought vodka (of course againts the cruise rules) and even I got to taste little. During dinner I drank white wine for the first time ever. It was really bad at first and got me a little drunk already. We went to this bar/club were we drank alcohol and during this Finnish rapper’s show I lost everyone and was alone. So after that I went to my room and still didn’t know where everyone including my roommate. Her friends came and I went with them but someone was too drunk I we got her in her room to sleep and went back to club were we each of us took a salmiakki shot and something else. Then the other girl went to sleep and I was left with other. We went to other night club where everyone from my class were dancing and went there drinking another drink. We danced too. (Me not so much because I don’t know how to). We all were at least a little drunk and went sleep at 6 am and got 3 hours sleep. The next day there was other Finnish artist and it was so much fun. I’m really glad and grateful that I wasn’t left alone during the time.

I’m glad I didn’t drink anything during returning day since my parents came to get me home when the cruise ship. I mean, we ate sushi and it was hard  since my hands shook a bit. And funniest thing was when my mom said:” You must have drank a lot of pepsi there.” Yeah, sure pepsi. I don’t think she could ever imagine me drinking alcohol. I still had maybe the time in my life and anxiety even reduced so much than it usually is. :D 

Thanks if you read it all and sorry.

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Rites of passage

When I think of rites of passage one event that stands out the most is the first time I got drunk. Since then drinking has certainly weaseled itself into my life in a big way. I grew up in Brooklyn so I would like to think my first time drinking would have been something cool, like sneaking into a dirty dive bar or secretly sipping cheap wine at a gallery opening while my mom wasn’t looking. The first time I actually drank alcohol I was about five.  My father dragged me to a bar and somehow managed to convince the bar tender it was ok to give a five year old in Aladdin pajamas a glass of baileys.  But this was normal behavior for our father daughter ‘bonding’ time and never really stood out to me. The first time I got drunk however, I was sat in my parents basement with a few friends pretending to do laundry. We had just found out that a group of girls in our grade had gotten “drunk” the previous weekend and as it was the talk of the school we decided to give it a shot. That first sip of Bacardi was literally the worst thing I had ever experienced in my life and I was genuinely confused why my parents liked drinking so much. About half and hour later it clicked. I don’t even think I was actually that drunk as I had only taken two or three shots. But I was twelve and felt cool and rebellious. I knew what people acted like when they had been drinking, I had seen it a lot growing up. So we went with it. We laughed and swayed and wasted half a bottle of listerine on  making sure my mom and step dad wouldn’t know what we had been up to.  So no, this wasn’t the most exciting event ever. Sitting next to the dryer chasing an old bottle of Bacardi my friend and I had managed to find among the rest of the clutter ,with the orange juice my mother had no doubt bought for me to drink before school. I hate that this day had such a big influence on my identity because there is a lot more to me then drinking , but from my tween days in the basement or sat on park benches drinking alcohol we had stolen from our parents liquor cabinets, to being in my twenties and having my first “WHERE THE FUCK AM I?” moment upon waking up in a strange location,  that one rainy day next to the dryer initiated me into the world of bad decisions and hangovers.