So getting into my now 'way back' machine, I'll tell ya my personal curfew experience. I was into a TON of extracurriculars in highschool, and a near straight-a student. I had a lot of the 'wrong' kind of friend, but was never in trouble myself. My freshman year, my curfew was 1am. Sophomore year it was midnight. Junior year it was 11. Senior year it was 10 unless I had a VERY VERY clear plan about what was happening.
Now, this was never on a school night. School nights were pretty much taking up with school, then sports, then dinner break, then theater/rehearsal and homework. During some parts of the school year, I would leave the house at 7:30am and not get home until 9:30 or 10pm that night, with school-related activities that entire time. Honestly it never dawned on me to even think about going out on a school night, I was just too busy!
That said, by senior year I was pretty tightly wound. When I turned 18 I decided to PARTAY. I was rude, mouthy, disrespectful... I blew my curfew more than once, often claiming my ride was drunk so I couldn't possibly get home (dad called my bluff on that the third time I tried it, and showed up to pick me up!) So I really did need a curfew because my brain fell completely out of my head the second I turned 18. I still have no explanation for my behavior from age 18 to 22, although somehow I managed to graduate from college during that time frame.
I plan on having similar curfews for my kiddos when the time comes, but I might just start with 11pm for non-school nights for all 4 years, and make exceptions for times when I know I will be there. But overall it will depend on which of us our kids seem to take after - me being too tightly wound in highschool, so we need to prevent the inevitable snap, or my hubby who was one of the ultimate partiers IN highschool (yup, he was one of the boys our moms warned us about!) HIS crazy phase went from 15-21.
But honestly I'm just dreading teenager years. Realized yesterday I'm going to have at LEAST 2 teenage girls under our roof in highschool. Lord willing they won't BOTH be like me, but I'm not sure I like the alternative either! Yikes!