My Party Life : My Best Experiences

Throughout the history of sociological studies done on parties and party culture a lot of it has been done on issues that surround a large population of youth that spend a lot of time at parties. Often or not these studies usually include drug use, alcohol use, social interactions, sexual activity, criminal activity etc. A lot of these studies have already been concluded but not many have asked why do people party? Do people party to have a good time and “blow off steam” or do people go to parties because everyone else is and they feel the need to go in order to fit in socially? With the research we have found it seems to be that people are usually going to parties as a way to relief stress or they either don’t go to parties at all.

When I was in middle school, I desperately wanted to find my place in the social hierarchy. I ultimately decided I fit in with a particular crowd that had similar interests: video games, nerd hobbies, intellect, etc. I specifically remember instances where I would express my thankfulness for this crowd I had inserted myself into. It breaks my heart thinking about it, that middle school girl that wanted to fit in so badly that she threw herself into a group that openly mocked and hurled jealous insults at her. I cannot look at that person as myself, because I am no longer her. The culmination of these false friendships and façades of fitting in occurred on the second to last day of eighth grade. I had seen the warning signs that these people were not good to me before, but I ignored them for the sake of having a place. But it was in the moment that they tore down the identity I had built for myself that the curtain was pulled back, and I saw with clarity that these people were toxic. They told me I was not smart. They told me I did not like the right

Conformity I was attending McLane High School and I was about 15 years old when I was in a situation that I wish I could of stayed out of. I had two best friends named Lesset and Laura. We were always together and new everything about one another. Well, one day my friend Lesset looked like something was wrong and she pulled me to the side during our lunch and told me that she needed to talk to me. So after school we walked together to her house and on the way there we talked when she told me a secret that was only meant for my ears only. It was something that she had done over the weekend and it involved our friend Laura’s boyfriend. She told me that she was at a party and she was drinking and that Laura’s boyfriend Rigo was there and some how they ended up sleeping together. My jaw dropped, eye wide open, and I was speech less.

It was my birthday; the sun was scorching hot and there was a cool breeze that kept blowing every few minutes. My friend called me to wish would be the best and told me that we should go fishing and I agreed. Upon our arrival to our usual spot, we notice that there was no one else there, which we liked that. We all spread out and began to cast out. Not long after we had gotten there a man came walking down the hill with a large cooler and a small grill on the cooler, behind him a woman followed and a kid as well. They placed their belonging down and all started to head to the river. After a while, I could tell two shadows walking away from the river. I didn’t turn around as I was focused on what I was doing.

All these pricks and jocks, i hated everyone and didn 't know anybody.That 's when I saw my Italian-mobster-lookin-ass friend in the hallway. I didn 't even know the motherfucker went to my high school.

“Birthday Party” by Katherine Brush uses literary devices such as tone, point of view, diction, and sensory details to achieve her purpose.

From worrying about essays and biographies so we could graduate the next year was a struggle and at that I still had to worry about passing the english EOC. I couldn't trust anyone then because they was so fake and messy.Only person that I trusted was my girlfriend and my handful of friends that I had at the time and that's because I was shy to meet new people but I started growing out of that when we had a lot of new kids join our school. Junior year flew by so fast I didn't even realize it was already summer. My brother had already graduated and we were getting ready for his graduation party and his birthday party the next day we got out of school. His party was great and all his friends came out and celebrated with

Junior year was the year that I was elected at Konawaena High School's Student Body Corresponding Secretary and the junior class Vice President. With these two major responsibilities, I found it difficult to balance the duties of an officer, school assignments, and having a job. I found myself prioritizing my roles as an officer over my school work, which you can only imagine did not work out so well. Throughout the school year I realized that I almost became a zealot about student activities, and this is where things in my social life went wrong, or so I thought. Friends of mine since the very beginning starred to become nothing but familiar faces, and soon enough, nothing but memories. I then began looking at the priorities of my "friends" and the priorities that I had for myself. They did not seem to match up. I soon found myself with a new group of people on

partying I realized that I wanted better for myself and actually set some goals for my future. No

It was a bright sunny summer day when I stepped outside of my friend’s house. As I hopped on my bike and began to pedal, harder than usual, I began to groan as I peered down at my front tire and saw that it was flat. So then I jumped off my bike and grumply began to walk home. As I was walking I noticed something unusual, two men in suits, one in front and one behind me and as I began to think of a way out of this terrifying mess, a black van pulled drove up screeching against the side of the curb with its wheels and before I knew it the same men following me had put a black bag over my head and they tossed me in the van.

I guess it all started about three years ago. I was just beginning my freshman year of high school. My classmates during this time were all beginning to divide themselves up into different social groups and cliques consisting of the cool kids and the rest of the losers. It was obvious right then that what group you landed in would ultimately decide your fate over the next four years.

From my perspective there was a significant transition between middle school and high school. In middle school I was in a social clique were I could describe it as the Mexican clique. Although this may sound very adolescent egocentric, the Mexican clique was very well known among ourselves and among other cliques. Among this social clique there were various levels

     The process of planning a party takes a lot of time and focus to get every detail covered. First of all, you must decide where you will have the party, maybe a club house or your own home. When you have that decided then there are several other steps you must take in order for your party to be successful.

Freshman year of high school , One of the years you can't forget. That year as a teen growing up we want to know everything , explore places and go to special parties that will end up down on your list as a some of your best experiences. During my freshman year I met Eddie , Damani , Jean , Wali and a lot of other people even outside the city of Orange. All of us had similar interest and the one that's on top is partying , mean is because we figured if there a party then its females. Throughout all the partying my friends and I gain great among of popularity which is great, but that's when the jealous others reveal out of nowhere .

I’ve been in school for 13 years of my life ,i grew up with most of the same kids; We were a huge family almost, everyone always looked out for eachother.  I was participating in a lot  activities. Since the beginning of freshman year, I participated 3 years of color guard, i met new people with the same interest as me. Almost every friday we had a football game and Saturday's was our competition days; we all bonded as a section when we all got ready and did each others makeup. Then,