Underage drinking creates more than one kind of mess
21 01 2009By Tory Elmore
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Tory Elmore is a senior at Somers High School. She loves animals, long walks on the beach and slipper socks. She tends to write about topics most people would rather avoid. |
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I’m not exactly sure when, but somewhere along the road from freshman to senior year, it seems like half of my grade turned 21.
Between older siblings, fake IDs, and the family fridge, getting beer was no longer an issue at high school parties. Our (well, my) generation contributes billions of dollars to American breweries every year. I’m not one to judge; whether or not someone drinks in high school hardly reflects on his or her character in the long run, if you ask me. What I am concerned about are the hundreds of thousands of pounds of aluminum litter that the teenage population has dumped into our environment.
Now, before all you parents start hunting me down to “set me straight” on my seemingly cavalier opinion on teenage drinking, hear me out. The fact of the matter is many kids experiment with alcohol in high school. By no means do all high schoolers “party,” but we’re all just growing up here and making mistakes is a part of that process.
Back to my point: It seems to me that while getting beer is easy, disposing of the cans poses more of a challenge. Tossed from car windows, dumped in an unsuspecting neighbors’ wooded property, or merely left behind when a suspicious parent interrupts a backyard game of beer pong, it’s not just the kids getting trashed.
Granted, I have the horrible disadvantage of looking my own age, but I’m not the “cool” kid that brings the beer, the one that “gets a party started.” Instead, I’m the weird one collecting hundreds – maybe thousands – of discarded Bud Lights, Coors, and the occasional Corona – and recycling them. Sometimes I feel like a homeless person, collecting cans for the nickel refund. But on any given weekend, I earn upwards of $10 at Stop & Shop and then I buy myself breakfast.
The trouble is I can only do so much on my own. I can’t pull over and snatch every discarded 18-pack on the shoulder of Route 202, nor can I make the rounds on a Friday night to clean up after everyone’s parties. I understand why people are hesitant to do what I do. My mother was furious with me when she found out. I didn’t know the consequences of being found with alcohol (empty regardless) in my car at the ripe old age of 17.
The irony of the situation is painful. In exchange for cleaning up our little town, I could get arrested. Not to mention the dirty looks I get on Sunday mornings at the Stop & Shop can deposit. Give me a break, people. I’m a straight-A student, the captain of two varsity athletic teams, and if you hadn’t guessed, a member of the Somers High School environmental club.
I’m not a bad kid, much less a delinquent. I’d just like to see a bit of green grass around this place in 20 years.
Categories : January 2009



