A Slice of Life by Harrison Armstrong

The date is the 19^th of March 2010. It is about 10:30 and I figured I’d write about the latest and greatest dance. To be honest, I didn’t like it much. The dance was good but the teachers that were constantly swarming us fellas got on all of our nerves. They had to be watching us for safety reasons and all, but I think would of all preferred it if they had their own sort of party – maybe in like some type closet somewhere in the high school. So I guess I would call it good… but bad.

The music was good. The ladies be fine but being and 8^th grader made it hard to be a contender at the Arrupe dances. The girls that looked the best were all 7^th graders and didn’t want anything to do with an older kid. Also, if you were caught grinding, your whole night was ruined. You couldn’t grind anymore for the night and even you had the opportunity you might go through some weird guilt trip brought on from Mr. Hamblet because we all know grinding is harmless. Having said that and speaking for all the guys except for those who got away with it - mainly all 7^th graders, it was up to you to decide what you did for the rest of the night after you got pulled aside and talked to. You could either risk it and keep doing what you’re doing or get benched from the game. At this nights dance, I had to take one for the team and sit it out. It probably didn’t help that my dad was a chaperone but “it’s whatever”. So the dance went on slowly. I raved it up like only a boss do and I tried asking girls to dance but got rejected for some reason. I ended up just going through the motions but it got boring at times. They probably rejected me because they were nervous about looking at my studdly face for a whole song but a story for a different journal page.

In conclusion, the dance was a success while still being a failure, which I think, is pretty interesting. There were pros and a lot of cons but we all had a good time despite the public school drama that is sure to happen at any dance.