A Magical Night

Homecoming.  One of the highest points of High School, other than prom, that's dreamed about.  The dolled-up hair, the perfectly done nails, and of course, the dress.  Then, you and your date dance the night away.  That is of course what you think it's supposed to be like.  Until suddenly, it's your sophmore year and the excitment is almost uncontainable! Finally, the moment has come for you to step foot into this magical place, and you're shocked at what you see.  No kids, i'm not talking about the, suprise, here's a puppy, kind of suprise.  No, im talking about when you walk in, and your eyes nearly pop out of your head from culture shock.  You have official entered the ring with the big kids.  Everyone in school who you thought was so innocent, well, lets just say they tossed that out the window.  All the sudden you realize your just standing there staring.  Let the awkward moments begin.

Now to put it into perspective, everyone does their own thing.  By the end of the night everone has had a good time, but the best part are the after parties.  They don't have to be a party where the music continues to blare and you are dancing with your date.  Sometimes the best after party is when you sit around a fire with some hot chocolate on the cold night as you and all your friends laugh and tell stories.  In the end giving the happily ever after that you so desperately wanted.

The Day that will Live in Infamy

Fire was everywhere.  All my classmates watched the television in utter silence.  Our teacher had stepped out of the room as soon as she had seen the headline reading "Twin Tower Under Attack."  I felt a giant hole forming in the pit of my stomach.  I didn't understand what was happening then, but I knew it wasn't good.  We were trying to make sense of what was happening as we saw another plane coming.  It crashed into the other tower.  The scene looked like it was from a movie.  The only thing that let us know that the scene was real was the "breaking news"  stamp at the bottom of the screen.  I was in 2nd grade.  I can still clearly remember watching the towers collapsing.  When I saw all the people running I cried because I was so scared.  That day will truely live in infamy.