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Scarfies Roofied

Otago students take their place in the world, hospital

Otago University’s typically raucous Orientation festivities had their first hiccup one week before the start of official events, with two students falling off the roof of a Dunedin flat.The University’s Proctor made an example of the two, getting the students to speak to media in the hope other students would think before they drink during upcoming O-Week events. The pair fell off a Dundas St flat roof within minutes of each other following a booze-fuelled night. The two students, both 19, refused to be named. Each broke one of their hands, and one was left unconscious. One of the two commented on the events, saying he had no recollection of obtaining the injuries until he woke up in a hospital bed. ”We had been drinking, but it wasn’t excessive or anything. I was drunk, but it wasn’t a big night or anything.” It’s not the first time Dunedin students have had difficulty remaining stable on rooves; during last year’s annual Hyde St keg party, students collapsed the roof of a Hyde St property.Alcohol is responsible for one-quarter of all ACC claims, and up to 35 per cent of accident and emergency hospital admission a figure rising to 70 per cent for weekend admissions.

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