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Wednesday, August 31, 2011

Guest post by: Jennifer Slattery

Do you remember those dances held during junior high and high school? How you and your friends would spend hours pre-dance talking about what you'd wear, how you'd do your hair, and...giggle, blush, giggle...who might ask you to dance? Only those dances never quite ended up how we envisioned, at least not in my school. Inevitably, the guys huddled near the far, heavily-shadowed wall while the girls spent their time crying in the bathroom or trying to comfort their near hysterical friend hiding in the stall. At least in Junior High. High School got a little better and people actually danced, and the bathrooms were far less crowded with splotchy-faced, sniffling girls.

But reading last week's excerpts actually brought me back even further...to sixth grade.
We didn't have dances--instead, our school hosted skating parties. Do you remember those? "Elvirah" blaring from those gigantic speakers while a disco ball lit up the room, making that feather pinned in your hair really stand out. (Those have come back, btw. Seriously.) We'd do the hokey-pokey, skate on one foot, then backward...but what the girls waited for, holding their breath and scanning the glittering room for their short, waif-thin and equally shy hero, was when the DJ announced, "Find a parnter!"

Now here's where it gets really fun, and extremely embarrassing, but remember I was a stupid kid with absolutely no life....

Who knew come skating party time, a boy--maybe even the boy--might hold my hand. Oh, the very thought made my stomach twirl.

In preparation, I slathered lotion on my hands the week leading up the event--and I mean slathered. Then, I'd rub it in and hold my hand out to my mom. "Are my hands soft? Feel them."

She'd laugh and feel my hand. Then I'd slather on more. "Feel them now."

She remained patient for about three or four applications.

What about you? Any stupid, cheek-burning stories to share?




3 comments:

Jessica R. Patch said...

Oh my goodness. I have a billion! My slip fell down around my ankles while giving a tour to a nice looking man at the daycare.

Once I walked across college campus in a snow storm and couldn't figure out why I was the only one. School had been cancelled, and students had watched me out in the snow.

and on...and on...and on... lol

Brandi said...

Memories! My junior high had skating parties and dances. Since I couldn't skate, I opted for the latter. Not many boys wanted to dance with me because I was taller than they were. When one finally got up the courage to ask me in eighth grade, I remember a couple of his friends in the back of the gym going, "Oooooo, Chris likes Brandi. Ooooo!" LOL! Chris and I couldn't make eye contact during the entire song.

Michelle Massaro said...

Oh Brandi, I have many memories like that! lol

Jessica, you made me laugh out loud. I wish I'd been there with a camera to catch you with your slip down around your ankles! ROFL.