Throughout high school, I walked through the halls every Monday morning, hearing bits and pieces of the wild (or "wild") stories about what everyone did that weekend. Lots of drinking, lots of smoking, lots of "Hey, did you hear about this girl who got in a fight with girl over this boy? (don't ask them though, they probably don't remember).

Me? I was curled up on the couch, either at my house or my boyfriend's, knowing that I would be able to wake up the next morning without a bad headache or red eyes.

You see, I was one of those "good girls" who never even lit a cigarette. I never had any white powder under my nose, never had any needle scars or bruises on my arms, never blacked out. I never saw any crazy leprechauns dancing around my room, never had to set aside my paycheck to buy some grass, and never made myself visibly sick, only to do it all over again. And I never, ever, had to worry about making it home alive.

I never went to some strangers' house to dance around with a red cup in my hand and post pictures of myself with the next new guy I met. I never made my parents stay up past 2:00am wondering where the hell I was. I never had the urge to have "a good time" or do something "just to keep me busy".

I'm pretty damn proud of myself.

Not only was I a rare sober student in high school, but I'm now the rare sober student at college. And you can bet your bottom dollar that that isn't changing.

Now, you may be asking: "But won't college get stressful sometimes?"

"What else could you possibly do on the weekends?

"This is what college is for!"

Well, I don't know about you, but I'm certainly not building up over $100,000 worth of student debt to roll joints before class. I'm here to make what I get out of it worth the time and money I'm putting into it.

And after being offered almost everything I've already listed, I realized that I don't do anything of that because I don't have a reason to. I have a stable family life and home that I've grown up in for all eighteen years of my life. I surround myself with good people, have one best friend who I tell everything to, have a boyfriend who loves me and cares about me, and a future that I'm dying to see. That's all I want; that's all I need. I don't need to get wasted, or light up, or have just one more hit.

So go ahead and brag about how you can list every drug and all their side effects due to your personal experiences. Laugh about how you almost couldn't find a spot to stash away that new bottle. I'll be sitting here, thankful that those aren't worries that are filling my head right now.

And if you ask me if I'd like a little bit of whatever you have on you, I'll politely say, "No, thank you," because that isn't who I am. And I'm pretty damn proud of myself.