For the first achievement party of the year, everyone was invited. That way they all know what fun it is and will hopefully be motivated to keep their grades up to come to the next one in January. There are four different levels of achievement so that every student is capable of attending the party if they try. That's why it's called an achievement party -- hopefully, they're all motivated to achieve.
We've been studying the Native Americans in our American history classes, and so this was our theme. And we had to wait about an hour for one of the buses to come back from its route and pick us up after school to take us to the park. So, in the meantime, we made a few crafts: feather headbands, yarn dolls, and felt pouches.
Then I read them Longfellow's "Song of Hiawatha" while we waited a little more. 
At the park Chiefy-Chiefy (Jeff) told the gentlemen to gather firewood and the ladies to gather peanuts in the baskets they'd been told to bring. He introduced them to the Moravian missionaries who had taught our tribe to be non-resistant. This was very helpful when a rambunctious group of settlers (my former 8th grade homeroom students) arrived and demanded our land. 
We graciously agreed to move and avoid any conflict, but we invited them to a feast before we packed up and left. As usual, the teachers served the students, and when the meal was finished all the wonderful 9th and 10th graders, who enjoyed these parties when they were younger, helped us pack up everything while the 7th and 8th graders played a loud game of tag.
When it was all over, tired as I was, I began planning the next party on my way home.
Left to right: Chiefy-Chiefy (Jeff), me (Deana), Hiawatha (principal Dervin Martin), and Moravian missionaries Caleb and Juliann Martin