The saddest part of this, for me at least, is that all this person had to do to avoid an underage was know his/her own address. With a BAC of 0.28 it’s really great I survived with only an underage and more than $1000 in fees. When we got to West he asked me where we were and I responded “in the middle of Pugh Street” and then he called an ambulance for me. The cop saw me and asked me where I lived and I told him West Halls (even though I lived off-campus) so he graciously took me there. Apparently I was wandering around near Blue Course Drive and ended up hanging out in some field. I had to go down to the station and the cop told me all about my night. I took a cab ride home and later received a call from the campus police. I thought the fact that I was in the hospital was the funniest thing ever and the thought of an underage didn’t even cross my mind. I was still completely hammered and had no idea what was going on. I woke up in a hospital bed, naked, with an IV in my arm. I know I had some more jungle juice and then the next thing I know, I wake up in the hospital. When I finally got to the party, my friend made the whole party all take three shots together. I got back to State College around 10:30 and realized I needed to catch up before I went to the party so I took three shots (background info: I’m a lightweight who used to black out at four shots). I went home for the weekend and came back Saturday night to go to this big party. I guess you could say he really “pissed” off the police. I still have the summons stowed away for safe keeping - and my family still makes public urination jokes to this day. I did not realize the gravity of the situation, or the seriousness with which the State College Police took underage drinking/public urination, until the cops called my parents at 3:30 a.m. I turned around when I was all finished and there were two cop cars boxing me in. Without a care in the world, I unleash the contents of my bladder on the side of the building (which I now realize is just an empty lot that opens up right onto Locust). Seeing how long the line was, I decided to take some back stairwell up to what I thought was the safety of the back of the building. As we stopped at College Pizza for my first late night drunken slice as a 17-year old college student, I realized I really had to use the bathroom. We were out drinking Carlo Rossi jug wine with an older friend of mine from home who was in a frat. It was late August 2003 and my parents had dropped me off as a freshman two days prior. Am I going to believe that anyway? Absolutely. Was the poop there on purpose as some cool form of pet justice? Probably not. As he walked away he stepped in a pile of crap the puppy left behind. My friend tried pleading to the cop as well, but long story short, I received an underage, and was told by the cop that if I want to lie to get out of something, I need to come up with a more believable story. I tried to explain to the cop that it was my friend’s beer (who was 21) and that she was having me hold it while she was petting a puppy. Within 30 seconds I heard “can I see your ID,” and almost died inside. On our way over, my friend had a beer in her hand and she saw a puppy, so she gave the beer to me. I had no problems, finished a few beers, and after, my friends and I were about to walk to the stadium. As the morning turned to afternoon, I still hadn’t seen a cop so I decided to grab a beer. I only had a few drinks because others had told me stories about how many cops are out during football games. I was tailgating two years ago at the UMass game. The real question here is, did you get attendance points? Good Dog, Bad Cop The best part was that I had gone back to Pennypacker to get my backpack and class materials. I don’t know how I got there, but I was woken up by the University Park Police as I was sitting in the second row of 100 Thomas. We picked our favorites, and we are happy to be able to share them with you. We received dozens of stories, including some from alumni, ranging from sad coincidences that landed students in trouble, to raucous nights that clearly went awry. Last week, we asked for your best stories from getting cited with underage drinking, and you did not let us down.
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