In life, there are countless lessons to be learned, but I realized there is no better, brutal lesson to be learned than from a horrible mistake. When I was 17 years old, in May of 2014, my happy parents left me the house for the night because they were going to a concert with very good friends of theirs in downtown Cleveland. So, with my teenage-fueled party mentality in full affect, I decided to throw a party at my house. I called a few of my close friends to help me set-up my house. At around 8:30 at night, people started to show up. The total count of people was about 35-40 people at the peak of the party. When it started to die down, me and a couple of my best friends decided to go to Sheetz gas station around 2 am. I had made the choice to get behind the wheel intoxicated. .
We had all been drinking, and had gotten quite a lot of attention drawn to us at our short time at there. We were being very loud at ignorant by causing a scene. A State Trooper had noticed us and followed me out of Sheetz. He pulled me over a half mile from my house. I took a breathalyzer test and blew a .012, not drunk but still illegal. I was furious with myself and made it worse by taking out anger with words. I couldn't believe that I had let myself be put in that position. The officer arrested me, put me in handcuffs, and took me to their headquarters in Medina, while my friends drive my car back to my house only to wait for my parents to return to find out I had been arrested. I was very mad that the police officer didn't give any of my friends a breathalyzer test and only me. Fortunately, my friend Zack was sober to drive the car back to my house.
The entire ordeal seemed surreal and blurry. All I really remember was blowing into a large breathalyzer machine at the Medina headquarters and my grandfather and dad coming to pick me up. I got very emotional and angry because I didn't really know how else to react and my mind was racing.