Halloween Party '09.
I wasn't really they partying type in high school, none of my close friends were. Until one night when we all went to a Halloween party our junior year of high school. I wasn't there long enough to get trashed or have a super fun time, but I was there long enough for the cops to show up and kill the mood.
Looking back, it seemed as though my life was over. I remember how devastated we all were about the fact that it had ruined our trust with our parents, some of our most anticipated sporting events, got us kicked out of NHS, teachers talking mad trash and for me -- getting kicked out of the musical. Some of us worked off our sporting suspensions, which seemed like the worst part after the fact. Hell, I ran track. And I am not a runner.
We all went into Mr. Klaphake's office the next Monday with depressed and sullen looks that summed up our weekends. We all know what happened with each other that night and what happened in the office. And even though it seemed like our lives were ending, they really weren't and we got through it-- just like you always will.
Looking back now, we have some pretty hysterical memories of that night, and as much crap as people talked (or wrote about in the newspaper), they weren't there. We were just kids being kids. Like I'm sure they did when they were our age. And now that I've got my parent's trust back, life is a lot easier.
Either way, I know that experience resulted in some lessons learned. Like most traumatic experiences do. And I guess the moral of the story is that everything will always be okay and all you can do in any given situation is to take something away from what happened to you.
So here's a shoutout to all of you who were there that night and know exactly what I'm talking about.
Scratch that, here's a shoutout to anyone who has done something stupid in their lives and gained some wisdom from it.
Looking back, it seemed as though my life was over. I remember how devastated we all were about the fact that it had ruined our trust with our parents, some of our most anticipated sporting events, got us kicked out of NHS, teachers talking mad trash and for me -- getting kicked out of the musical. Some of us worked off our sporting suspensions, which seemed like the worst part after the fact. Hell, I ran track. And I am not a runner.
We all went into Mr. Klaphake's office the next Monday with depressed and sullen looks that summed up our weekends. We all know what happened with each other that night and what happened in the office. And even though it seemed like our lives were ending, they really weren't and we got through it-- just like you always will.
Looking back now, we have some pretty hysterical memories of that night, and as much crap as people talked (or wrote about in the newspaper), they weren't there. We were just kids being kids. Like I'm sure they did when they were our age. And now that I've got my parent's trust back, life is a lot easier.
Either way, I know that experience resulted in some lessons learned. Like most traumatic experiences do. And I guess the moral of the story is that everything will always be okay and all you can do in any given situation is to take something away from what happened to you.
So here's a shoutout to all of you who were there that night and know exactly what I'm talking about.
Scratch that, here's a shoutout to anyone who has done something stupid in their lives and gained some wisdom from it.
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