We live among four undergrad houses on a dead end block in this small, southern town. The kids had parties four nights in a row. 
Three hundred people at just one of the parties. One girl tells a Ghanaian basketball player: "Go back to Africa!" Girl is grabbed, boys jump in. Fight Muay Thai. (Bodies probably flew.) Cops called. Citations written - $500 for breaking the noise ordinance. Us in the streets, middle of the night, begging for some sleep. No sleep, groggy days, terrible weekends.
This weekend we hope for better as we had the undergrads over for cardamom immersed brownies and discussed how we might all live in community. As always, as kids always are, they were full of heart, ready to do things differently, and never wanted to leave and return to their own houses down the block. Kids . . . We didn't want them to leave either.
And this, of course, is why teaching is your calling.
Bringing these kids under your wings is commendable and typical of you. You showed them that you care and understand their need to have fun (be it out of control)but you also need them to respect others and realize that there are consequences for their out of control parties/actions and slurs toward others. All I can say is: "good luck this weekend.LABOR DAY"
Ma