Halloween at an American high school.

I really enjoy writing these accounts, they feel like a form of therapy and it’s something to do while watching TV and a great distraction from work.

We are now approaching the present day, but I wanted to talk about Halloween, which was two weeks ago yesterday.

Everyone one must know about the differences between Halloween in England and America. While England halloween is not celebrated by all and is all extremely mundane, in America, from what I have exprieixned halloween is mental, well at least where I live.

Now Halloween In London was and is basic, I remember last year I went clubbing, my effort consisted of extra eyeliner and extra eyeshadow and an entirely black outfit, but that’s about it. I also remember my nanny buying sweets to hand out to the children who knocked on our door. But again that was about it.

But this year again after watching mean girls and various high school and college movies and TV shows, admittedly I was excited to experience an American halloween night. I remember the streets being decks with Halloween decorations for weeks before the day and that school day, I remember everyone adhering the the Halloween traditions, by accessorising their outfits. I also remember the constant gossip and chatter about the entire cohorts house party, that was being hosted by the football (soccer) team. You would notice that American football isn’t big in my area, I was shook as well, that was the foundation of my American stereotype was wrong. But anyway, the fact that this party was for the entire cohort meant it could even be attended by some Freshman, of course they had to be invited or a plus one, but essentially the party was massive and consisted of all different groups and people, and was totally inclusive to the entire upper class (juniors and seniors).

All my friends had decided to go with their best boy friends or literal boyfriends, meaning the week before I was forced (obviously not forced because I could have been a third wheel) to quickly find myself a ‘date’ for the party. I decided to ask a boy that I was friendly with on the football team (I couldn’t go with my brother because he was dressing up with all his friends), even though I wasn’t interested in the sport that captured the entire cohort (ironic because it’s a european heritage) and I definitely hadn’t watched the high school games, but I figured it would make my time better, you know going with someone who would know everyone there, that wouldn’t get embarrassed and of course have unlimited access to drink and the DJ. We had AP English together and his charisma and attitude definitely seemed fun and blazè, so one day during my lesson, the previous week I hinted at him that I needed a boy to go to the party with and the next day he asked me, (thankfully). (I think it took a day because he needed to make sure that the football team weren’t all going together) They weren’t but they were pre-ing at the party house meaning I was now invited to that, guess my decision to go with him was a good one and I knew that I would have secured an invite to the after-party.

I mean all this talk in previous accounts about trying to isolate myself I realise was probably my denial and fear and now I realised I could enjoy my senior year and have fun.

Anyway, we decided to dress as Batman and Cat woman basic I know, but surprisingly we weren’t aware of anyone doing it, so while I wore my revealing, skin-tight outfit, with only my mask feeling like a coverup, he wore the basic batman outfit available to purchase on amazon. We went to the pre’s and with every look and obvious checking out I got more and more self-conscious, but that was when I realised it was time to get drunk.

And this blog once again makes me sound like an alcoholic or someone diagnosed with anxiety, I can’t lie, I probably do have both those things.

I explicitly remember that night that I wanted to have a laugh and I was ready for it and it was obvious that the football team was as well. We started to down shot after shot but unlike them I was and am a complete lightweight, no matter how much I try to build up my tolerance.

Anyway I was absolutely pissed by the time people began to arrive at the house, I was barely able to stand up and therefore for the beginning of the night was practically leaning on my date, I danced with him and my friends who had come with their ‘dates’, for the majority of the night, not being able to drink anymore, as I was just one drink away from vomiting. I remember laughing and joking and flirting with as many boys as possible and really and truly enjoying myself with my friends. My date throughout the night stuck by me and personally introduced me to many of my peers who I hadn’t yet had an actual conversation with, (although looking back they can’t of got the best interpretation of me, with me being drunk and all).

I remember that by the end of the party at about one am due to police interference, I had sobered up and could now be considered ‘tipsy’ and we headed to an after party at someone from the teams house. There was around thirty of us there who had made the cut from the five hundred people who had been at the party. It included the football team and all their dates, as well as a couple people who had been personally invited . I reminder (not literally remember but from snapchat stories) getting re-pissed during a game of  flip, sip or strip and on these stories watching myself getting with 1/2/3 people that I only knew by association (they seemed to all be good looking) . I remember the majority of the players having to take of their top, leaving me therefore in just my bra and leather trousers. Another game we played which left me on the brink of unconsciousness was Dirty Pint. It was brutal.

The next day I woke up with a paralysing hangover in my house at three pm, with a bucket of sick by my bed, which resulted in my absence from school. I figured that a bunch of my friends would be absent after watching snapchat stories of me and them out until four in the morning. That morning I realised that I wasn’t going to go to the city on the weekend to see my dad who was living in an apartment there for work and go clubbing with my brother and couple of our friends, because I would definitely still be worn out from that night, and I was.

Anyway thats how my halloween went.

Comment any mad halloween night’s in America.

Petal.

My first American party

It is currently 630 on a Monday morning and wrote this last night to publish this morning, please comment if any questions.

Now parties in England were a frequent occasion for me and where I lived in Kensington they were mad. Always Drink and always Drugs. Everyone was always on something whether it be weed, KET, Coke. Raves were mental and everyone could drink because everyone had a fake ID (by just borrowing a year aboves). Most people would get with randomers at clubs and most  people would definitely not remember their night the next morning. If you have ever been to a good rave, concert, party, you would know that when intoxicated, high or whatever these were fatal on your mind, body and soul.

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Now before you judge me, what most people don’t understand about my friendship group was that it was incestuous. Everyone had sex. Everyone had sex with one another. But there was often very little drama. Relationships casual. Benefits more likely than love. However, when I moved to the suburbs of New York, I could barely comprehend the contrast of attitudes, it was crazy.

And now where I currently am in Long Island, families get involved in ‘drama’, things that in London would only involve the ‘kids’, gossip here spreads quicker than wild fire because nothing much is ever going on, and the difference between London is actually crazy.

This was all revealed to me at my first High school American party:

I remember taking a solid hour to dress up for my first party, partly because it would be in attendance by the majority of my peers. I had put on my favourite flared black jeans and a thrifted top that resembled clueless and barely covered my bra. I remember having no idea about the dress code, what the classic American party outfit would be, but I decided to stick with my relatively ‘out there’ fashion, and hopefully look relatively presentable. (I think my decision to go and look nice in hindsight was not to make impressions but that it was fuelled by insecurities or my wanting acceptance) I also remember my nerves, my hope to make proper senior acquaintances and also wishing for fun (This once again shows me that despite trying to fool myself I obviously did care about others thoughts of me). I also remember being especially thankful that this party would be for both the future junior and seniors, meaning I could go with my brother and therefore not be standing there awkwardly the entire time, (I don’t think you would have caught me there if it weren’t for my brother attendance).

We arrived late of course (I guarantee if you gain anything from this blog it will be understanding my tardiness). The party apparently started at 9 but I was not there until 11. Now, I have never been to a ‘Freshman’ or ‘Sophomore party’, but all my friends now (spoiler) constantly describe them as lame or boring, but in comparison to London club nights and raves and even parties, these ‘upperclassman’ parities were similar even though we didn’t have to pay the typical 10 pounds (dollars) just to enter. What I can say about this American party was that everyone had a judgemental attitude,in hindsight that may be because I was new, but it seemed excruciating eat the time. Also, not everyone was down to get drunk or down for fully focused on having a good time and some people (especially girls) were seeking the boy’s attention.  I explicitly remember being desperate for fun at that point, I know sad but  imagine being cooped up in your house for two weeks and only seeing your friends on face time.

Anyway continuing with the vague memory of my first American party:

I arrived at a teenagers house (who’s name was anonymous to me in that moment). I immediately walked in to witness boys and girls getting with each other, people with red basic cups that you see in movies and enough people that could fit in a club. (first impression was that it was a typical American party, that I had witnessed a thousand times in a movie).

It’s funny because you ofter think that movie’s are fake but in that moment I truly believed that high school was going to be identical to the movies.

I walked in literally feeling all eyes on me (cliche I know, but nevertheless true), people seemed intent on meeting or looking at the new British boy and girl. I was never really one for making friends and in England I had relied on my best friends and their extroverted confident attitude to introduce me to people, but at that moment I remember  learning a vital lesson, that I would have to make an effort, despite previously and naively thinking that I would be happy with no friends for a whole year.

This is when I decided to walk to the kitchen confidently, and pour a drink for myself next to a group of girls. (Of course it was 90 percent vodka and 10 percent Coke, I needed my nerves to dissipate quickly). The girls immediately began to talk to me, obsessing over my accent, wanting to know why I moved, thankfully complementing my outfit that had previously put me on edge. And just how my drink quickly disappeared so did my nerves, I had made a friend or two and I remember that making me so fucking happy. (I mean obviously I could classify them as friends yet, but it was obvious they were nice girls.)

I remember dancing in the middle of the dance floor with the girls I had just met, talking to a fuckload of people boys and girls, but that night essentially was a blur, a fun blur for sure. And although it wasn’t London and I wasn’t partying with my best friends I had a laugh and began to realise that it was possible to have a decent year.

oh and BTW the next day I was vomiting non stop, the similarities to London were crazy.

PETAL