In my first year of University I joined the skiing and snowboarding society. I was eighteen and alcohol was still a new thing to me. We went on the annual ski trip to France. The culture of skii all day party all night. There was one boy who took an interest in me. In the second night I let him sleep in my room as he locked out nothing happened. Then on the forth night of the trip, I got very drunk early in the night and had to be carried home. My friends put me in my bed a top bunk of a bunk bed before going back out again. At some point during the night my other friend came home and the boy from the second night followed her in. I woke up still blurry drunk but quickly realising he was trying to climb into my bed. I was so scared and so drunk I couldn’t do anything. Luckily my friend was there they told him to get off right away and kicked him out of the room. I’m forever grateful for my friends being there otherwise I don’t know what would have happened to me. The guy continued to try and hit on me the entire trip but I just avoided him. The next year on the ski trip I barely drank in fear of something like that happening again. I still think about this today and what might have happened it was so scarey how powerless I felt.
