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As a Head-STYC I believe it is my responsibility to make sure all of my freshers are organised, attending any necessary meetings, finding their way around campus and overall enjoying themselves. As a STYC, you need to be there for your freshers, whether that means helping them find King’s Manor at nine in the morning, or trekking out into York in the freezing cold at some ridiculous hour because they have gotten lost on the way home from a night out. To keep up with these responsibilities, you need a clear head; you need to be able to be there no matter what or when.
I believe that when some people apply for the job of a STYC, it is because they want to re-live their Freshers’ Week; they want to be able to shout ‘down it fresher’ and to be able to join in all of the festivities.
This, in my opinion, is very selfish.
Last night I attended a campus event. We’re quite far into Freshers’ Week now, and my lot have grown up quite a bit - they can look after themselves, they know their limits and they all know what they’re doing. It’s come to the point where I no longer need to mother them: I can begin to have fun with them, get to know them and relax a little bit.
So I was having a brilliant time last night. I was having a laugh with the girls and guys I’ve been spending a lot of time with lately. I was daring them to steal people’s ties and chat to strangers, helping them to meet new people and integrate and just have a laugh.
However, when I saw a girl, barely conscious, propped up against a wall on her own - my night took a turn for the worse.
I got her some water, and managed to wake her up. She was not in a good state. I got her into the St John Ambulance room and sat with her as she lay on the floor drifting in and out of consciousness. I kept her awake by talking to her and asking her questions.
I soon found out she was a STYC, just like me.
However, quite unlike me, she was trashed. After more questions, I found out that this girl had taken another person’s prescription medicine and had also drunk quite a lot. We continued to give her water and the St John’s guys monitored her progress. Luckily she was okay, nothing seriously wrong. We discovered what the pills were and found out that she had not overdosed on them, so she wasn’t in much danger from them.
She was becoming more responsive as the night was drawing to a close and we had to get her home because she couldn’t sleep in the lecture room. Slowly we tried to get her to sit up, but we were met with much resistance. She screamed and fought so we gave up, only to try again and again. On one of the many attempts, this girl reached out and repeatedly punched me in the stomach, then she grabbed me by the neck and began to squeeze. We lay her back down.
Sometime later we managed to get her into a taxi and on her way home. But I remain shaken up and unable to sleep, even now I am home safe.
I feel compelled to write about this event because I think people need to realise what alcohol does to some people. Even this girl, who probably wouldn’t hurt a fly in her sober state, managed to act in a way that could warrant an arrest.
I believe some people need to look at themselves and ask themselves why they drink this much. Do they need to be this drunk to have fun? And is this any kind of fun to be having?
Whereas she’ll wake up with a banging headache and no recollection of tonight’s events, I will wake up with bruises, which have already begun forming, on my neck and my stomach and every memory of last night intact.
So I hope she had a good night, because then at least one of us would have.
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