“In college, we can wear our alcohol abuse as proudly as our university sweatshirts; the two concepts are virtually synonymous.”
This is something that I wrote last year, but it applies again this year. We are back in Panama City Beach this year, and less than 24 hours into our trip, it’s happening again. This was, and continues to be, our experience:
It’s spring break. My boyfriend and I road-tripped down to Panama City Beach to see my mom, who was staying down here for the week as well.
While the weather wasn’t the greatest, we were still able to have a really great time.
One thing I noticed while down here was the massive amounts of spring breakers. We stayed in a resort that does not rent to anyone under the age of 25 without someone over that age present. Because of this, we avoided the majority of traditional college students on their spring break vacations.
Here’s one thing you have to understand about me: I’m boring. I would much rather spend my weekend going to bed at 10 o’clock in the evening than going out and partying and drinking. I’m not a drinker. It’s not my thing. That’s not to say that I’ve never had a drink. It’s saying that I’ve tried it and decided that it’s not for me.
With that being said, we are obviously not the traditional “spring-breakers” everyone thinks we are. Yes, we are in college. Yes, we are here for our week off of school. No, we don’t want to funnel a beer out of the trunk of your car. No, we do not want to play Red Rover and end up with broken noses and fractured wrists.
We also don’t appreciate the assumptions that just because we are college students means that we are drunk unintellectual idiots.
Do you want to know how we spent our spring break in Panama City Beach?
We got ice cream. We watched all 8 Harry Potter movies with my mom in our pajamas while eating burgers and fries from Five Guys. We spent a day tanning at the beach, minding our own business. I bought an iPad and we got addicted to the game Flow. We worked on midterm assignments while listening to the ocean from our balcony. We walked hand-in-hand on the beach.
So the fact that both my boyfriend and I received multiple adults coming up to us, complete strangers, and telling us to “be careful with the binge drinking” and “try not to party too hard and too loud” is absolutely absurd.
I would like to extend a friendly reminder: it is possible for college students and other young adults to actually be responsible people. Please remember that and treat us as such.