partying

Moving from home to college is a big step, but moving from one country to another is huge. That’s what I had to do when I was coming to Drexel. I was leaving everything I knew behind. It could have been frightening, but I had friends from my high school, coming too and I usually like to experience new things. We hooked up and one of the guys, who is a sophomore, invited us to a house party that night.
We thought, finally a party, how different can that be.
First of all we had to get to the party; this wouldn’t have been bad if we actually knew where it was. We walked everywhere! Walking all over, doubling back when we realized we were going the wrong way, walked around blocks then cutting across till we ended up exactly where we started off in d first place. After about 2 hours or so the excitement was wearing of, my feet were being pinched by my shoes, I was sweating and the conversation had been reduced to mere grunts. By the time we actually found the party we had lost a huge chunk of our eagerness. We got to the door and we were asked to pay. It’s a small thing, yet I had never heard of that before. But it was our first night so we just paid and went in. Only to be hit by the hottest, most stale air possible! It was like breathing in liquid air, nothing actually going into your lungs. Then there were the people. Being in that room reminded me, vaguely, of those classic cartoons that pack so many clowns in that tiny, wind up car. There was absolutely no space. We had to inch in with our elbows tucked in. I am not a tall person, being about 5’ 4”, you can just imagine how easily I was pushed around by the wrestlers and basket ball players, I couldn’t even walk in the direction I wanted to go in and I was helplessly guided to the dance floor by the movement of other people, where I got my second shock.
I’m not a conservative person but the way people dance here is just amazing. I had never seen such licentious dancing and I was fascinated. Such dances cannot be described for an assignment but many people know what I’m talking about.
This party was a bit too much for me. I couldn’t take the heat and the smell. Just when I thought it couldn’t get any worse I heard from the door way, “This is the police, everyone needs to leave. This party is over” I looked at my watch and saw it was only to 2 am. This didn’t make sense, a college party ending so early? But it the cops so people were out pretty fast.
It was still early so we decided to go to our friend’s apartment. At the door, I heard a conversation in another language, one I understood. Inside there were a few people talking and laughing, all from where I was from. It was such a relief to hear that after the awful night we had. They then told us about their first years in college too, making our situation seem much more humorous. My first experience wasn’t too great but meeting these people made it easier to deal with, and we made more new friends anyway.