Tuesday, October 1, 2019
One Summer Night :: essays research papers
Remember the day’s when you were once a teenager? Their were so many decisions to make and choices to choose from; yet so many advantages. Now can you remember all of the good times that you had? Always hanging out with your friends, gossiping, having sleep over’s, talking on the phone constantly, and all of the teacher’s whose class you dreaded.      Now I want you to imagine that it is the last day before summer break. Your parents are taking a trip to Kentucky Lake with some friends, so your stuck home all alone. So you’re pondering what all you could manage to stir up.      The question isn’t â€Å"what are you going to do†its â€Å"what aren’t you going to do†. What would a normal teenager do on a basis like this. You would just have to be a fool to not have a party. I know a party never works out, your parents always got to find out some way or another. But, maybe just this one time a teenager could actually out smart their all knowing all seeing, parents.      Don’t get me wrong, I not completely a renegade teenager. I followed my parents rules, for awhile. I watched a movie and fixed me some popcorn. But as far as friends coming over, I didn’t just bend the rule, I broke it completely in half.      Most of my friends showed up, in all there were about thirty-two, including myself. I got some cool jams, some strobe lights, a fog machine, a black light, and just a few more gadgets to play around with.      Well, the party kicked off around 6:30. It didn’t start off on a bad note and it began to heat up about 7:00. Half-way through the party, a fight broke out between Chad and Mike. I wasn’t going to break it up, as a matter of fact I thought that the whole thing was hilarious.      At every party something bad has always got to happen. It wasn’t the fight which broke out it was the phone call afterwards. Let me tell you this, it wasn’t the pizza boy who lost his way, it’s your mother checking up on her â€Å"little baby boy†. One Summer Night :: essays research papers Remember the day’s when you were once a teenager? Their were so many decisions to make and choices to choose from; yet so many advantages. Now can you remember all of the good times that you had? Always hanging out with your friends, gossiping, having sleep over’s, talking on the phone constantly, and all of the teacher’s whose class you dreaded.      Now I want you to imagine that it is the last day before summer break. Your parents are taking a trip to Kentucky Lake with some friends, so your stuck home all alone. So you’re pondering what all you could manage to stir up.      The question isn’t â€Å"what are you going to do†its â€Å"what aren’t you going to do†. What would a normal teenager do on a basis like this. You would just have to be a fool to not have a party. I know a party never works out, your parents always got to find out some way or another. But, maybe just this one time a teenager could actually out smart their all knowing all seeing, parents.      Don’t get me wrong, I not completely a renegade teenager. I followed my parents rules, for awhile. I watched a movie and fixed me some popcorn. But as far as friends coming over, I didn’t just bend the rule, I broke it completely in half.      Most of my friends showed up, in all there were about thirty-two, including myself. I got some cool jams, some strobe lights, a fog machine, a black light, and just a few more gadgets to play around with.      Well, the party kicked off around 6:30. It didn’t start off on a bad note and it began to heat up about 7:00. Half-way through the party, a fight broke out between Chad and Mike. I wasn’t going to break it up, as a matter of fact I thought that the whole thing was hilarious.      At every party something bad has always got to happen. It wasn’t the fight which broke out it was the phone call afterwards. Let me tell you this, it wasn’t the pizza boy who lost his way, it’s your mother checking up on her â€Å"little baby boy†.
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