阅读理解 US students push parents’limits In the US, only teenagers have curfews(宵禁)．They are the battle line in the age-old struggle between kids who want more freedom and parents who don't want them to go．I was no exception． I never minded my curfew until my senior year of high school when many of my friends moved out of their parents' house and away to school． I visited the ones who still lived close, but I had to head home when their fun was just starting．My curfew felt like a prison sentence．I began counting down the days until freedom． My release came with college．With my parents a safe four-hour drive away, no one cared if I came crawling back to my dorm room at 1∶30 a. m. or 2∶30 a. m. or 6 a.m.． Freshman year parties were the best．Every weekend, I and a group of friends went out to parties．I never mattered if we were invited．A bout 10 p.m., we met outside the residence halls, climbed up away from the dorms, moved quietly past the dark lecture halls, and ran down the town's main street into the student section．The freedom to stay out to 5 a.m. going from house party to the bars thrilled us．The following afternoon, we'd gather in the cafeteria and exchange war-stories from the night before reliving every detail． By the spring, my circle of friends had fallen apart．I had a new off-campus friend．Other members had started quarrelling and moved to other friends．The parties weren't as exciting：the beer was warm and cheap, the music repetitive and the guests too familiar．The no curfew life became boring． Years later as a senior, my roommates and I threw a party in our own messy apartment．A whole new class of uninvited freshmen came．As the party died down, some stayed in our living room among the empty beer bottles at 4 a.m.． “Your party was so cool,” some 18-year-old art major told my roommates and I．“You guys are so cool,” “Yeah,” we said, tidying up the room．“We know．” | 
