Back To My Room example essay topic

Thursday Night When I first started college, fall two thousand two, I was not really much of a part ier. I would stay in most nights, talking to friends online, or visiting someone I knew on campus. All of this changed though, one Thursday during my second semester. I was in my last class for the day, chemistry laboratory. My friend Laura, who was also in the class had been trying to convince me to go to a party with her all semester.

I, all semester, had been making excuses to not go. This day though, she finally convinced me by exclaiming, 'But Sue Ellen, it's the last party of the semester!' I succumbed to her persuasiveness and went back to my dorm to prepare. My room-mate, Melissa, was bubbling with excitement when I told her the plans for the night. So we both started getting ready.

I changed into the only pair of flares I owned, and a pink tank top. I had Melissa iron my hair for me, so I could wear it down, which is something that I don't usually do. The phone rang, and it was Laura. She was outside waiting for us, it was time to go. We arrived at the hosts apartment, and the feeling that you get when you go down a steep descent in a roller coaster quickly disappeared when we were introduced to everyone there. It was a very pleasant atmosphere, partly because the people were friendly, and partly because almost everyone was slightly, if not entirely intoxicated.

At some point during the night, a commotion arose as someone walked through the door into the living room. I looked up, and everyone was yelling, 'Rivers!'. I had seen the kid around campus before, longish black hair worn under a baseball hat, blue eyes, and a lip ring. He was cute, but whenever I had seen him, he seemed kind of withdrawn and had an angry look on his face. Everyone settled back down a moment later, and commenced socializing and drinking.

A couple of hours later, I was fairly inebriated, and there weren't that many people left at the party. Everyone had gone home to get some sleep. I was fairly tired myself, and almost started to nod off while I was sitting on the couch. I woke up a little though, and started a conversation with the person sitting next to me.

I don't remember exactly what we talked about, but I'm sure it was the usual introductory conversation about what bands we listened to and what classes we were taking. I found out that 'Rivers' real name was Pat, and it turned out that he wasn't an angry withdrawn person after all. On the contrary, he was very sweet and shy. I was instantly attracted to him. After a little more conversation, I said, 'Listen, I'm going to do something that I don't usually do, just stop me if you don't want me to.

' I leaned in, closed my eyes, and kissed him. He didn't pull away. He didn't stop me. He did, however, kiss me back, and I felt wonderful.

We both decided that it was pretty late and we should get some sleep. He walked me back to campus, stopping for a short while lying on the grass, almost falling asleep outside under the stars. He kissed me goodnight, and I went back to my room and went to bed. This had been the best night that I had had in a very long time.

I now have someone that I love very much, who loves me back. All thanks to Thursday night.