Ah, High School parties are something that I believe everyone needs to experience. Not everyone has to enjoy them, or want to go to them, but it is definitely an experience. There are many kinds of high school parties ranging from people coming together to watch a movie in someone’s basement to someone ending up with their couch lit on fire.
I don’t want to ramble on but I will be completely honest, there are some places I have gone where I was scared for my life and just wanted to get the hell out of there. The important thing to remember is to make the smart decision. If someone is walking around with a hammer or crowbar, perhaps it’s time to make yourself scarce and eventually head on home! Everything thinks they are the shit, and get a little too crazy – they’re not.
The best kind of parties are the one with around 25 people, sitting in a couple rooms of a house just socializing. Everyone is doing their thing, having some fun, but it’s not scary and out of control. Yeah, maybe the music can get a little loud, but there’s no worry that someone will smash anything or light something on fire; like I mentioned before, I’ve seen someone get their couch lit on fire – not cool.
Every now and then, it can be a lot of fun to just have a few people in a car driving around, waving at people and drinking energy drinks and eating candy. Come back to the house and play video games, perhaps 2K11. A crazy sugar driven night is always fun, especially when mixed with fireworks 
The reason for my recent interest in types of high school parties is based off the one I attended last weekend. I thought at first it was a nice, calm relatively peaceful party. I’m sure it was, but from my perspective, I was a little upset. Upon leaving, I was searching for my sneakers and noticed that I couldn’t find my right shoe. I thought I must have kicked it somewhere, so I went looking around. I could not find it anywhere! My drive was leaving, so I was forced to leave with my sock and left shoe. I had also ordered a donair, so I needed to pick that up from Acropole with only one shoe. Not impressed. All day, I have been complaining about my shoe!
“I’m never going to another damn High School party again”
