Harvard University

She was blue but not a healthy blue. More like an "I'm not getting enough oxygen" blue. I was squatting next to her in some stranger's dark, dank basement filled with screaming, crying, and histrionic teens. It was pretty clear that none of us knew what to do. And then the girl started to vomit, which was good because that meant she was still alive, but bad too since I was now covered in puke. People were scrambling - trying to find towels, call parents, or just clear out of the house. In the midst of this pandemonium, I finally got it together enough to dial 911. A few of us fought to…