Over the weekend, I was truly introduced to the stigma of being under twenty-one. To get the ticket for the Misfits, all people under twenty-one were charged four dollars extra. Moreover, once we were in the door, we received blue wristbands instead of the regular orange, which wasn’t that horrible. The most irritating part, though, was that we were escorted from the door to the “under twenty-one” section which was a bit odd. Additionally, each time we made our way to the bathroom, at least two to three people asked us where we were going and watched us for the entire trip. I have never felt so segregated for being under twenty-one!
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