High School Dances
Back in grade school ("but this IS grade school!" you say), ok, back in elementary/intermediate school, dances were quite awkward. Each gender had an area on the "dance floor." The guys hung out exclusively with the guys, arms crossed in their coolest dress shirt. The girls bunched up together whispering while eying the guys with the crossed arms. Then, when a slow song came on, each gender would push one of their own into the centre of the half gym and giggle and whisper with great delight as the pair danced with so much space in between them that you could drive a mini-van through it.
Fast forward to high school dances. It is one of the biggest gambles and money loser for the organizing committees and/or student council. And trust me, these are no longer your old tyme elementary/intermediate school dances, though some things remain the same.
My school had a dance last night. I was part of student council that was responsible for setting up, stuff during the dance, and tearing down. Therefore, I spent most of the first part of the night outside at the refreshment table also known as the "Lisgar Refreshment Table of Power." This was where most of the powers that be in Lisgar hung out between dancing: co-prezs, directors, ass-directors, etc... I actually entered the dance about an hour in and the first thing I saw was a grind line. Remember the mini-van metaphor? I don't think you could have slipped a piece of paper between this line, a line consisting of one person after another in each other's lap. I left for the Table of Power immediately.
Eventually, I quickly realized that the half gym was further split into quarters. One quarter was the hot-and-heavy/please-get-a-room dancers (or in Nelly's new album terms: "Sweat"). The other quarter, the normal ones (Nelly's "Suit").
I spent most of my night divided between somewhere outside or dancing in the "Lisgar Dancing Circle of Power." However, I can't dance. And I know it. But to top off the night, I won the mystery box in the raffle draw which was a "competition" between myself and Hannah Mills (we had 20 tickets each out of the 50 tickets that were sold). Hannah already won semi-formal tickets and her name was drawn again for the mystery box, therefore she couldn't win it. The semi-formal tickets she won should be called "Lotto 649" tickets, because the semi-formal going ahead is a gamble.
Student Council guys can't dance. But apparently, we're good strippers.
Fast forward to high school dances. It is one of the biggest gambles and money loser for the organizing committees and/or student council. And trust me, these are no longer your old tyme elementary/intermediate school dances, though some things remain the same.
My school had a dance last night. I was part of student council that was responsible for setting up, stuff during the dance, and tearing down. Therefore, I spent most of the first part of the night outside at the refreshment table also known as the "Lisgar Refreshment Table of Power." This was where most of the powers that be in Lisgar hung out between dancing: co-prezs, directors, ass-directors, etc... I actually entered the dance about an hour in and the first thing I saw was a grind line. Remember the mini-van metaphor? I don't think you could have slipped a piece of paper between this line, a line consisting of one person after another in each other's lap. I left for the Table of Power immediately.
Eventually, I quickly realized that the half gym was further split into quarters. One quarter was the hot-and-heavy/please-get-a-room dancers (or in Nelly's new album terms: "Sweat"). The other quarter, the normal ones (Nelly's "Suit").
I spent most of my night divided between somewhere outside or dancing in the "Lisgar Dancing Circle of Power." However, I can't dance. And I know it. But to top off the night, I won the mystery box in the raffle draw which was a "competition" between myself and Hannah Mills (we had 20 tickets each out of the 50 tickets that were sold). Hannah already won semi-formal tickets and her name was drawn again for the mystery box, therefore she couldn't win it. The semi-formal tickets she won should be called "Lotto 649" tickets, because the semi-formal going ahead is a gamble.
Student Council guys can't dance. But apparently, we're good strippers.