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| Collin Moore | |||||||||||||||||
| 9-6-2001 | |||||||||||||||||
| Nags Head | |||||||||||||||||
| Independent Essay | |||||||||||||||||
| The most embarrassing experience of my entire life happened just last year, at my favorite place on earth, Nags Head. I was only in the middle of my first summer semester at Virginia Tech, but I desperately needed to escape to the beach. Ever since I was very young, the ocean has fascinated me. I love the smell of the salt in the air and the feel of sand between my toes. Nags Head has always been my favorite beach because it is secluded and quiet, yet there is always something to do. Who would have ever thought I was in for the wildest weekend of my life? | |||||||||||||||||
| My trip started off spontaneously as my next door neighbor and I decided one Friday to hop in the car and make the seven hour journey. I have friends who live down on the outer banks, and the graduating class of my former high school was down that weekend for senior week. This solved our housing problem. That was the only thing that turned out good for the weekend. We arrived at one o'clock in the morning on Saturday and started to party immediately. It was good to see my best friends and my girlfriend, until she decided to break up with me right when I got there. This started my downward spiral. Unable to sit around at the house anymore, my best friend and I went down to the house next door and stayed up all night. When we arrived back at my ex-girlfriend's house, we found my ride passed out on the porch. I was furious at this point so I decided that the only thing that could calm me down was surfing. The sun was slowly rising and my friend, Chris, and I were the only two people in the water. As I paddled for the first wave, I noticed that the rings on my fingers were slipping off. Distracted by this, the wave flipped me over my board and my head was rammed directly into a sandbar, leaving a gash on my forehead. I emerged from the water streaming with blood and without both of my rings. | |||||||||||||||||
| At this point most of the people I was staying with were waking up, including my ride. Unfortunately, by the time we got back to the house, my ride was awake and gone to breakfast at a local restaurant. Chris and I collected our surfboards, piled in the car, and headed to the restaurant in search of him. On the way to the restaurant, a police officer decided to pull us over. After being ticketed for speeding, we finally arrived at the breakfast diner only to find my ride was not there nor was he on the waiting list. In a last ditch effort to find my ride, Chris and I drove around the entire island. Not only did we fail to locate my friend, we ran out of gas two miles away from the closest gas station. After walking two miles in the ninety-degree heat, Chris told me he had to be heading back to Richmond. He dropped me off at my friends' house and he left for home. It was at this point that I realized I had no ride home to Blacksburg, and that my clothes and money were in his car. For the next two days I ate nothing and wore only my bright yellow bathing suit. I looked like a crazy person that Saturday nigh when the person I was staying with dragged me to a party. No only did I look freakish with the cut on my head and my bathing suit on, but while at the party, my left contact fell out of my eye, and my left eye swelled shut. | |||||||||||||||||
| Starving, half-blind, and half-naked, I finally persuade my friend to drive me back to Blacksburg. He agreed only on one term. He needed to move out of his old apartment in Blacksburg and he wanted my help. I gladly agreed, but was not expecting to move a bookshelf, a couch, and a bed down two flights of stairs. When I finally got home, I was too weak to move. I slept for twelve hours when I go back, and as I ate my first meal the next day, I swore to myself that I had seen enough of Nags Head for awhile. | |||||||||||||||||
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