You know what I think is under appreciated? Automatic windows. Manual windows are such a pain! Here is why I think manual windows are a pain: if you are alone in the car, but you want to role the passenger window up or down, you either have to lean all the way over and crank it yourself, or you have to not do it at all and just suffer through whatever made you want to change the position of the window. Also, it takes forever to manually role down a window,

            The convenience of automatic window is just so fabulous if you think about it. From the driver’s seat you can roll down the window simply by moving your hand to the switch. This also prevents accidents in more way then one. Let’s say you are driving down the road on a hot summer day, and your air conditioner isn’t working. With a manual window it would be extremely difficult to role the window down while strapped in your seatbelt, and it’s also dangerous to be leaning all the way over in a car while you’re driving, not only because you can't see the road if you are. And if you are paying attention to the windows you're no longer paying attention to the road, pluse you could accidently turn your stearing wheel the wrong way and hit something. 

            The other great thing about automatic windows is the locks that are on them. Let’s say you have to drive some kids around. Kids love pressing buttons and seeing things being controlled by the buttons that they are pressing. If the kids you are driving around are messing with be windows, all you have to do is press that wonderful lock button right next to your left hand, and BOOM! Problem solved.

I have never felt more out of place then at my friend, _____’s 14th birthday party. It was, shall we say, culturally diverse. I should have known from the second I walked up that it would be crazy. As soon as I got up there______ comes running out in black fishnets, a neon green tutu, and a skimpy top and tackled me. It had been a while, so she was pretty excited to see me I guess. When we got inside her house the smell of smoke and alcohol was almost stifling, but I figured it was just the adults drinking. But quite honestly, I don’t think I could tell the adults from the kids. _______ had this bizarre cup in her hand, and she says to me “Here, have some of this, it’s really yummy!” And of course, my naive little brain didn’t think for a minute that it could even possibly contain alcohol. Because a house full of responsible adults wouldn’t let their 14 year old daughter have alcohol, right? Wrong; that cup had vodka in it. It tasted so strong and so terrible that I could hardly swallow it. I coughed and said “What was that?!” And she just looked at me and started laughing. Then everyone else started laughing too, and I suddenly felt very small.

 Another very intimidating aspect of this party was the dancing. If the headmaster of my high school was offended by the school dances, he would have thrown up of he had been there. I just sat in the corner with the only other white girl at the party and we talked about how weird we both felt. It was only after ______ tried to teach us how to grind when we decided that we should call it a night. _______ and I are still very close friends, and we still talk, but I haven’t been back to her house since then.