This last Winter Break I went a little wild. I have always been considered the “good girl” at school. I’ve been raised Catholic and have always been heavily involved with school and athletics. My best friend has always been a little crazy, partying here or there. With so much to lose my Senior year, I never considered joining in the fun, until this break. I smoked so much dope and lied to my parents so I could spend the night at a guys house to do it. Prior to this break the farthest I had gone with a guy was just kissing, all whom had been boyfriends at the time. By the end of the night I had done every single thing you can possibly imagine with this guy I had known for only 3 days except actual s**. Once school started again I acted as if nothing happened, I didn’t return the guy’s calls and strangely I don’t feel guilty about it.