Okay, so it’s actually a lot more complicated than that. This happened to me several years ago, but has been bugging me recently as my views on alcohol have changed since then (from the usually taught “Alcohol is evil until you’re 21.” to “Alcohol can be fine when you’re younger as long as you’re responsible.”), so I often find myself thinking about it, wondering what I’d do in a similar position now.
To explain the situation: My mother organizes and runs an exchange between my old high school and several schools in England each year, and the year in question I was a part of it. There is usually a goodbye party sort of thing, hosted at a student’s house, chaperoned by the parents. My mother dropped me off, and the teachers from both schools went to have dinner at another teacher’s house.
It was an hour or two into the party when I got there, so I found the other students out in a field around a giant bonfire, away from the house and parents, all of them at least partially drunk. This was the first time I’d really ever seen drunk people. I was uncomfortable and scared, so I walked back towards the house (Note: these were not people I was particularly friendly with, and were known for being irresponsible). I noticed a guy and girl were following me. I ran, getting even more scared. They caught up and begged me not to tell anyone.
I agreed (just to get them to leave me alone), and went into the house and asked to call my mom. I told her there were people drinking and so I wanted to leave. Somehow, I forget exactly, the parents “chaperoning” got on the phone with my mom. They went out to take a look, came back, and proceeded to tell my mom there was no alcohol there, and did everything including implying that I was the one under the influence!! :mad:
So I was pissed - I just wanted to leave, not sit in a kitchen with adults who were annoyed that I’d just gotten them, their child, and her friends in trouble. Because this was a semi-school-related event, and my mother technically had some responsibility, she went out to see what was going on. While they had managed to throw most of the beer bottles in the bushes, she did find a few, and she figured out pretty quickly what was going on (i.e., I was not making things up).
None of the students really got in a lot of trouble in the long run (nothing legal, no suspensions, etc.), though I’m sure they didn’t think much of me afterwards. As I understand it, parents were called and students had to write letters of apology to teachers/adults. So I never felt terribly bad, because I felt they were stupid to drink at a non-private party (it turns out other classmates who had been there eariler left when they found out there was alcohol - I just got dropped off after they had left). All I did was call my mom to pick me up - and gave her a reason for wanting to leave (one important enough for her to leave a dinner). My reaction was more of a “Mom, they’re drinking, please come get me.” rather than an “Oooh, you’re drinking, I’m gonna tell!” type thing.
I think I feel that while I’ve realized that alcohol isn’t inherently evil, these people still shouldn’t have been drinking in this situation, and what I did was reasonable. But I still second guess myself three years later (especially now that I am in a position to drink illegally), so I’m curious, how would other people have dealt with this? Similarly? Hope they got in more trouble? Leave and try not to let anyone know?