i completed this in a strange time in 2009

          Party

I get up walk to school through a back path that cuts through a beautiful forest, but this forest is gated off and I get to walk through my narrow path of concrete while the forest is destroyed for a new sewer line. Directly after that beauty is a highway of racing cars. I continue my walk into school and see every type of person but most seem to be going to college with the wrong reasons or without any reason. I came here to learn and experience living on my own to grow. I finish my day and continue to wrestling practice. But I can’t have a positive outlook on being there because I am just there. I’m working to just my health but nothing for this team that I am committed to. I feel useless, letdown, lost, and etc.

After practice I do some homework where I can release my thoughts. I get ready for the night with my roommates. We arrive at the party I see those people from my school all in their little bubbles trying to drink enough so they can be social. People huddle around the beer pong table waiting for their turn to eat away their brains with those red symbols, cups from ten other people along with ping-pong balls that have been rolling on the floor. Girls cram into the bathroom together to check if they look sluttish enough to get the male attention, but oh no they are just having a girls night out. a football team of men crowd and our mating circle is created. More bubbles form in the house where no one knows who lives there.

  They begin to feel the alcohol, the noise level raises, the beat hits their minds, the beat hits their souls, we start to become our true animalistic being, and madness begins. it gets louder louder LOUDER and i like my bass loudest as we take shots shots shots. Only if our parents can see this. The first thing destroyed is the kitchen and then the bathroom. Those people file in and out of the bathroom wondering why they don’t feel good, but please take another shot for me. but i like her but i like her too, and i can't make up my mind but it dose not matter. It starts to feel like a dream as America crashes. Girls begin to chant, “I am so drunk” as they look for attention. The beer pong table is covered in empty cups, cans, bottles, towels, beer, and dirt from the ball rolling around the ground where the people from the bathroom came. It starts to get late and people want either food and or sex, and they are too drunk to think what their body really needs; the element that gives life. Those people who got their food and or sex are gone and all that is left is two beautiful ladies, a few not so good ones, and the wave of angry males that didn’t get food and or sex. They chase the girls around to the point of abuse. Someone makes a joke to another and that’s when the bell rings. None have been in a fight but talk like their world champions. Some nights there is a fight and others there isn’t. But the justification for people doing this every Thursday, Friday, Saturday, and Sunday is obscured. Either some holiday or a nickname for the night, such as, thirsty Thursday. I am no exception to this style of living because it is so fun and care free. But it kills our capacity of knowledge and we are loosing a battle to a better future but our young generation needs to escape, escape from the upcoming tyranny of being another useless body in our over packed nation. please let me be free with the beat.