Winter Ball '10

This was the first year I went to Winter Ball and I had indescribable fun. Seeing everybody dressed up, but some more tawdry then others, was nice sight for sore eyes. When the time passed, the number of students burgeoned and the entire ballroom was filled with suit jackets and colorful dresses. But before meeting everyone at the Marriott, we had to take pictures first. Oh, how that was an interesting experience. Cameras flashing and parents yelling, it was chaos. Our garrulous personalities truly got in the way of being organized and orderly when taking pictures. This was an event all its own, and once finished, we headed over to the hotel.

When the music started playing, we could tell that the teachers were analyzing or even excoriating us with our friends, but when talking to my study hall teacher, Ms. Nunez, she remembered that she didn't pay much attention to the teachers either. Our only purpose was to have fun, and that was achieved through the course of the night. Now that I have experienced Winter Ball, I surely can't wait for prom!

Apologies for the unsophisticated language that follows.

I'm just a teenager when it comes down to the technicalities. I speak in teenager argot to my parents and sometimes I hector my brother and sister. What can I say, we only live once, and I'm going to live like a teenager for as long as I am one. When I wake up on weekends, I am saturnine; upset and sluggish at the fact that the sun has risen and my day has to start. My parents absolutely loathe at the fact that I wake up past 10am, and I have an invidious nature in the household. I used to be the "good kid" and now I'm the one who everyone has to look out for. Clearly my capricious personality is not appreciated Ah, the teenage years.

But unlike most teenagers, I succumb the negative attitude and peer pressure that kids my age undergo. I don't think most of the things that high school students feel as if they must do are necessary, they are just trying to "fit in." (I just realized this is the most cliche blog post in the world.) When one fits in, they should fit in for their personality, not the kind of clothes they have on their backs or throwing the greatest parties.

I have no idea where this blog post is going. All I'm trying to say is that I'm a teenager and I will live like a teenager, but I guess I do have some morals, even though I do wake up at noon.