Thinking back on high school dances brings half fun and half extremely-awkward/when-will-this-be-over-feelings. Even so, Cottonwood dances were the best around, as evident by the tons of students from other schools who came to our Monster Mash. At least Mr. Wagstaff was there to remove people who arrived costumed in only their birthday suit.
First, there is the elaborate “asking”. One could never go up to their proposed date during lunch or throw a crumpled ball of paper, Weasley style, during class. Instead, we took the “easy” way out- finding an awesome prop/treat/gross thing at the grocery store, counting out hundreds of pieces of bubble gum, or making a mass of disturbing goop and leaving it in a pumpkin to sift through, or CALLING THE MOM (how is THAT easier?) to ask if there is some time one could stop by to toiletpaper/shower-with-flowers-and-“kiss”-the-ground of their bedroom, all accompanied with some witty poem or punny phrase explaining the task at hand to find our name
That’s MUCH easier.
The response, of course, must be just as elaborate and painstaking when they already know the answer.
Then there’s the drama planning for the dance… Who’s in the group? What is going to be the “activity”…. (which must last forever.) It can’t be too… cliche. Is there a day activity and a night activity?
Then there’s the dance itself, where girl friends (whether in the same dance group or not) would gather to strut their stuff while the guys hung back until the “slow” songs so they could waddle with their date.
But it was always fun and kept us coming back for more. We made friends and enemies and it kept the drama in school at a great level.
So this week we’d love to hear about your most memorable dance, whether it be the “activities”, “asking”, “answering”, photo “poses”…
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