All of the Marauders in a car, absolutely wankered because ‘oh sure people are not supposed to drive drunk - it said nothing about WIZARDS driving drunk!’
Of course they’re pulled over and when the officer reaches the car there’s a huge fucking stag at the wheel, a wolf-dog in the back with a rat sat on its head and a furious Remus Lupin in the passenger seat.
“I can’t - *sigh* - I really can’t explain this”
PSA from the victim of a hit-and-run by a drunk driver:
Please don’t drink and drive tonight. I don’t care if you think you’re fine, if you’ve had anything to drink please do not get behind the wheel. Please don’t get into a car with someone who’s been drinking. The drunk driver that hit me when I was walking home over a year ago thought he was good to drive. He hit me going 105km/hr after shotgunning eight beer. He was not good to drive, and he refused to listen to his friends telling him. Listen to your friends. Think about waking up tomorrow a murderer, or the reason someone will never walk again, or not waking up tomorrow at all. Please stay safe, my little bumblebees.
The story takes place on an island called “Ship-wreck island.” They call it that because ships get wrecked (probz because the captain was drunk) and land there. For this reason, I think the the theme is don’t drink and drive. The most dangerous game is drunk driving.
Friendly reminder that a drunk driver hit me when I was walking home one night. He knew, and his parents knew, that I was there. The entire time I was screaming for help.
I was fully conscious; my body was in pieces and I was in a ditch, for five hours before I was found. I damaged my vocal chords screaming for help. Five hours. The tide was coming in. 40 more minutes and I would have drowned.
Did you know that “Andrea” is a man’s name in Italy? It’s a girl’s name everywhere else, but not there. That’s the kind of thing you’d probably want to know if you’re naming your baby girl with an Italian surname, right?
And then if you did name her a man’s name, you shouldn’t get upset if she abbreviates it to a masculine-sounding nickname, right?
These are little things that Andy uses to try to express what her relationship with her mother is like–her mother’s inability to put herself in Andy’s shoes, to imagine that her daughter might be distressed or hurt by something she herself doesn’t mind. She doesn’t mind that she spent Andy’s field trip money on beer, so why should Andy mind? It was a stupid field trip anyway.
Andy specifically hates going into bars and retrieving drunks because it was what she had to do some days to get her mother to drive her home.
So sometimes Andy’s stories about her family give the impression that her dad is the sane, reasonable, stable one. This is an awful misapprehension. He has longer periods of decent parenting–can hold a job down, coach a team, hold a decent conversation–but just when he looks like he’s got it all together, he gets drunk and acts out in ways that are terrifying and violent.
Moving away for university was Andy’s most fervent wish come true.
WARNING: CONTAINS GRAPHIC IMAGES. VIEW AT YOUR OWN RISK.
I am posting this story to raise awareness. Please try to keep this in circulation.
So this week, my school is doing Shattered Lives. I just thought I’d share with you what all goes on in these few days.
For those who don’t know, Shattered Lives is a program where the school fakes a drunk driving accident using students. Police officers, paramedics, and firefighters all volunteer to show up and make it as realistic as possible (real police cars, fire trucks, ambulances and air lift helicopters are used). Every 15 minutes there’s a heartbeat, followed by a flat line on the intercom. When that happens, a participating student is pulled out of class by the Grim Reaper (who is a participating student that walks around in costume all day to do this). Those students are taken off campus and do not go home that night, to represent the fact that someone loses a life every 15 minutes to drunk driving. Parents of the “victims” write obituaries, which are read aloud to the student body the following day. Freshmen and Sophomores stay in the school where a fake 911 call about the accident is played over the intercom. We hear sirens and such from outside, as well as cops in the hallways. During this time, Juniors and Seniors all go out to the crash scene (which is located in an unused section of the parking lot of the Church behind our school) where there are 3-5 students “dead” in a wrecked car. The drama department does the makeup for all the victims and sets up the crash scene. Helicopters come in to air lift some “victims” while ambulances take others (likely based on the condition of the victim). It’s a very gruesome scene, and many people are in tears. We all know that it’s fake, but just the idea of something like this actually happening at our school really affects us all, especially family members and friends of the victims. All participating students stay in a hotel overnight and there will be a “funeral” tomorrow. All day tomorrow, all participating students (even those that weren’t in the crash) dress completely in white and sit in class. They don’t say anything or participate in any class work (teachers are, of course, notified). Cops come into the classrooms of all affected students to question us and get information. We participate in this program every other year so as to raise awareness. Freshmen and Sophomores don’t get much of the action, as we don’t ever go out to the crash scene and no one is removed from our classes (only juniors and seniors can participate). We watch videos about the program so what we are still educated, but don’t get the full effect of it until 2 years later. It’s overall a really sad and dreary couple of days.
I don’t know why, but I just thought this would be an important event to share with all of you here. All in all, it’s a really good program for schools to be involved in to give students a taste of what could actually happen if they become careless with their actions. Shattered Lives is a program that started in 2006 and is run with the cooperation of police, fire, EMS, and community volunteers. For all students, going out the crash scene is optional. It is in no way a traumatic experience, but it really does make you think about the consequences of being under the influence of drugs/alcohol or texting while driving. Your actions can and will affect the families of those affected and the people around you, so don’t think that “you’re only buzzed” or that its “only a couple of blocks.” Please think about your actions. Don’t drink and drive, don’t use drugs and drive (or just don’t use drugs at all), and don’t text and drive. Turn off the phone, put down the beer, and concentrate on the road around you. If you’re underage (or overage, it doesn’t really matter) it’s better to call someone to come and get you and get in trouble with them, than to get in an accident and run the risk of killing yourself or others. Even if no one dies, the experience stays with you. People can lose limbs, be left completely paralyzed, or be put into comas due to these accidents. Please use common sense and drink/text responsibly. You could be the person to save a life.
Side note: If your school also participates in this program, you never know if someone around you has lost someone in a car accident, whether it was a sober accident or not. Don’t be the asshole to laugh, make jokes, or make rude/unnecessary comments. Shattered Lives is a very moving experience to many people and it’s horrible to sit there and joke around about something as real as fatal accidents due to people being careless.