holy dance

i haven't blogged in ages, i know. i haven't blogged in ages because i agreed to be the faculty advisor for the 8th grade spring dance = way too much time spent buying streamers, silver stars, having noon meetings with dance committee members, securing chaperones, yikes. but, i have to say, the dance was quite an experience. my school hasn't had this kind of thing for their students in over 30 years, and most teachers couldn't remember the last time they had even thought about doing something like this. so, it took a lot of persuading and planning, but it got done.

in addition to being the faculty planner, i also agreed to be the d.j. because 1) i can regulate what songs are being played, and 2) gave a chance for save vs. poison to put "8th grade spring dance" on their resumes. to perform as d.j. dr. larson, i donned an insanely sequined dress and bright pink wig. and then blasted the smoke machines, strobe lights, in the faces of bouncing children. and holy shit did they bounce and dance and shake their things. so much shaking. so much sweating. during one especially-thumping song a boy wearing an argyle vest and striped button-up shirt screamed at me "THIS IS THE BEST PARTY EVER!" at a point in the night a couple of dance committee kids got onstage to give me some roses (very sweet), and then the crowd of chilren started chanting "LAR-SON, LAR-SON, LAR-SON" until i kept muttering "AWKWARD" into the microphone. this, of course, was after i asked children to stop the "groin-on-groin" action, so really the awkward argument was not too fair. i was then convinced to dance one song with the students, and when i stepped onto the dance floor i was immediately swarmed by a sea of sweaty-ass hormone-pumping children who don't understand the importance of dr. larson's personal space. i spent much of the song running away.

i'm hoping i get some dandy photos sent my way.