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When I was a little girl I often found myself sprinting to the beach moments before the sun set behind the Verrazano bridge. My chest rose and fell with each breath of the salty sea air and my breathless pants grew louder in fear that I would miss the setting sun. If I had known better before, I would classify my consistent nightly returns to the beach as an addiction: pastel colors swirling together as the ocean crept up and fell back made my head erupt yellow, blues, oranges, reds, purples and pinks. When I arrived at the beach on those dying days I would revel in the feelings of prickly, damp sand that stuck between my toes. My petite hands covered my eyes, allowing the smell of saltwater and seaweed to fill my nostrils.
I took a deep breath and counted:
And after the last number left my lips and I pulled my hands back to my sides, I no longer saw a sky ablaze with swirling warm tones, rather I saw muted blues and the sun’s fading glow buried beneath the steel bridge. Always satisfied, I walked back to my house, anticipating tomorrow’s performance.
Now I no longer spend my days counting down the sunset, instead I count the steps it takes me to stumble from my place to yours long after the sun has gone down. My veins pump alcohol rather than adrenaline, and each pant that escapes my mouth is not from exhaustion but desperation. If I had known better I would call — no I would yell — that it was an addiction: loud, vibrating chords escaping your pale lips and hands that always clasped things a little too tightly, like you were afraid that everything was going to slip through your fingers and be gone forever. My hands, once suggesting days spent in the salty water, are now stained with your scent that no body of water can melt from my skin. My energy, once absorbed from the sun, has been replaced with melancholic moonlight. Now, I can see the world shifting before me like I did as a little girl but the familiar tones of yellow, orange and red have long been replaced by white dots that decorate the deep purple and dusty blacks of the sky.
I close my eyes and inhale the dewy leaves and listen to the crickets sing from the tiny marsh from my place to yours and the last thing I see is you walking away.
And when I open my eyes and they adjust to the too familiar surroundings you are no longer there; instead I see a muddied path illuminated by the moonlight with footprints that grow smaller the farther I look. I try hard to catch my breath but it is in my lungs like smoke from a burning stove. I can’t help but think of you as my sunset. I realize I have been staring at beautiful things for far too long. I understand now they weren’t beautiful at all.
The origins of the classic college drinking game
Beer pong: a traditional game played by college students across universities nationwide that tests a person’s skills and alcohol consumption. Beer pong is one of the many drinking games that are played in college. It is not uncommon to walk into a pregame, an event where alcohol is consumed before going out, and find people playing card games and skill games revolving around alcohol. There are a few reasons why people play drinking games, but the most common is to ensure quick intoxication.
Common drinking games include flip cup, quarters and civil war. However with over 500 variations of drinking games, beer pong is the most traditional and well-known on college campuses.
Beer pong’s early equivalent known as Beirut (not the capital of Lebanon) is a game that contains 20 cups on each end of a table that are filled with alcoholic beverages which players try to hit with a ping pong ball. Beirut became more commonly known as beer pong in the late 1950s in the United States.
Crispus Knight, a writer from Dartmouth College and author of the book Three For Ship: A Swan Song to Dartmouth Beer Pong, brags how beer pong originated in the basements of Dartmouth’s fraternities. However, many other fraternities across the nation disagree and claim that their fraternities’ ancestors created beer pong long ago. Knight says that Dartmouth Pong was originally played with paddles and a maximum of three cups. Now, beer pong is traditionally played with ten cups and two ping pong balls. The idea of the game stays true to Beirut: one has to get the ping pong ball into the opposing player’s cup to make them drink. The winning team stays on the table until they are defeated by another pair of players.
Winning a game of beer pong is similar to being crowned homecoming queen in an early 2000s Disney movie and the competition can become as intense as the 2016 presidential election. At Westgate Las Vegas Resort & Casino in Nevada, an annual beer pong tournament is held with over 1,000 people playing to win. The winning team receives 65 thousand dollars and the title of beer pong king or queen.
In a study published by the Journal of American College Health, titled “Self-Reported Drinking-game Participation of Incoming College Students” 1,252 students were questioned about their experiences with drinking games. The study cites another finding that drinking games were played by 65 percent of males and 61 percent of females on college campuses. Women were also reported to drink about the same as males during drinking games which leads to higher blood-alcohol contents because of biological differences in intoxication levels. Although the percentage is less than half at 21 percent of students reporting that they play drinking games to get another person drunk, the intoxication for females can lead to increased sexual contact. The National Institute on Alcohol Abuse and Alcoholism (NIAAA) expresses that binge-drinking can lead to blackouts, health problems and even death.
Drinking games can be a great way to socialize and have some friendly competition with peers; it might even give someone the courage to talk to the person they’ve been infatuated with since their freshman seminar. But behind all the excitement is the destructive side of binge-drinking.
Julia Tricolla is a freshman cinema and photography major who has absolutely no first-hand experience with beer pong. You can email her at firstname.lastname@example.org.