“It was freshman year and I had a paper due the next day,” describes Mark, a senior in CC whose name has been changed to protect anonymity. Olympic curling was playing on mute on his flat screen as we talked in his dorm. Cans of various brands of beer sat in front of the TV and littered the floor. “And somebody—I think a friend from home—had given me, I don’t know, just a pill, in case I wanted to try it. And I figured it was the appropriate time. And it worked very well.”
