On the last day of my senior year in high school, there was a big party at an old abandoned quarry just outside of town. I lived in a small town, where nothing ever happens, and that kind of party really wasn't unusual. But the big party at the sand pit (that's what we called it) was something of a ritual in my town. Every year the senior class had a big party there and everybody looked forward to it. It was like prom, kind of, only I was wearing jeans instead of a beaded strapless gown, and with school finally over there were no more teachers around.
