Ames memory
In the last days of my sophomore year, I was invited to an AMES celebration only for the seniors. I was a bartender mixing and serving drinks for the night. I was surprised to see Logan as a bartender too. Mrs. Brockman had taught us what drinks we were going to be making, how to make it, and how we mix it. The place which was rented for the night was grand, and definitely looked festival-worthy. There was a DJ playing music (with a lot of room to dance), a gladiator set with two people trying to knock each other off, a photo booth, and a dunk-tank outside on the balcony. Seniors were everywhere, conversing with their friends, sharing their last moments before they were college-bound. I was mesmerized at the sight of seeing endless fun and happiness. I hoped that my senior celebration would be as much fun as this.