random memory: junior spring formal
Feb. 26th, 2009 11:06 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
orangerfulOkay, this is totally out of the blue. At a dept. meeting today I was talking with a co-worker about her teenage kids, and the subject wound around to the spring dance (or as we called it at Meade, the Junior Spring Formal). Anyway, it made me remember my JSF experience.
See, I didn't actually have a ticket. My boyfriend and I had just broken up right before it and I think I was in one of those stupid "I can't go alone" phases. I must have gone to work or something and used that as my excuse. But something happened at work (I was probably just thinking, something you do a lot when you're a Page putting books away all by yourself) and suddenly I really wanted to go to the dance.
I can't remember how it all went down. Someone called me or I called them. The tickets were technically "sold out", but my physics teacher (Mr. Seville?) was the chaperone and I remember him letting me in and just telling me to bring a check to school the next week. I had a dress from senior prom (bf was a senior and I went to his prom) so I just threw that back on, tossed a couple curlers in my hair, had my mom do my make-up for me really fast, and...hm...someone must have picked me up. Or my parents dropped me off? I don't know how I got there because I had no car!...
Though I barely remember it, I do remember having a total blast dancing around like an idiot with my friends. Funny, I hadn't really thought about that night in awhile, but listening to my co-worker talk about her daughter attending the spring dance and another co-worker asking if she had a date...made me remember.
Wish the memories were a bit clearer, mostly I just remember the emotion, that intense feeling of knowing that people actually wanted me to be there.
There are not enough dance parties for adults.
See, I didn't actually have a ticket. My boyfriend and I had just broken up right before it and I think I was in one of those stupid "I can't go alone" phases. I must have gone to work or something and used that as my excuse. But something happened at work (I was probably just thinking, something you do a lot when you're a Page putting books away all by yourself) and suddenly I really wanted to go to the dance.
I can't remember how it all went down. Someone called me or I called them. The tickets were technically "sold out", but my physics teacher (Mr. Seville?) was the chaperone and I remember him letting me in and just telling me to bring a check to school the next week. I had a dress from senior prom (bf was a senior and I went to his prom) so I just threw that back on, tossed a couple curlers in my hair, had my mom do my make-up for me really fast, and...hm...someone must have picked me up. Or my parents dropped me off? I don't know how I got there because I had no car!...
Though I barely remember it, I do remember having a total blast dancing around like an idiot with my friends. Funny, I hadn't really thought about that night in awhile, but listening to my co-worker talk about her daughter attending the spring dance and another co-worker asking if she had a date...made me remember.
Wish the memories were a bit clearer, mostly I just remember the emotion, that intense feeling of knowing that people actually wanted me to be there.
There are not enough dance parties for adults.
