On Friday, March 11, 2k16, our school had it's very first spring dance, and let me just say, I think it was a bad idea.
But anyway, it's STORYTIME MOTHERFUCKERS GATHER AROUND:
JohnWilliams456 stop tapping my foot goddamn.
The morning of the dance (it's an informal one), we were told to come to the cafeteria with our tickets and our IDs.
|~*~|Time skip because who the fuck cares about school|~*~|
I know what I said earlier, but this is really funny:
I was in LA (last class of the day. If you're confused because last time I said math was my last class, look up block schedules) taking the MAP test. I was getting really exhausted, so I rested my head on my arms on the keyboard, and that was a stupid decision, because I accidentally pressed the off button with my elbow. I realized what I just did and I was silently freaking out.
Johnny was sitting next to me, snickering, and mouthed, "What happened?"
I mouthed back, "I accidentally turned off the Chromebook."
Johnny was just like, "Alice, one does not simply turn something off accidentally."
It's okay, though, because my LA teacher got it fixed and I didn't have to start over.
|~*~|Now back to the main story|~*~|
After that hilarious blunder, the squad made their way to the cafeteria, and the staircase leading there was packed with 6th and 7th graders (some who decided to dress formally). It was pretty loud, but the tolerable kind of loud. It'd get much worse later.
They separated the grades and herded them into separate rooms; the 8th graders were gathered in the Richert Room (it's a room at our school dedicated to a late counselor who died from cancer a long time ago, and it has a ping pong table, two pool tables, two Foosball tables, an air hockey table, and a couple comfy couches). The dance hasn't even started yet, and we'd already break three things in that one room.
Some girls decided to sit on the ping pong table (that's what I'm assuming; I didn't really see how it happened) and it collapsed. Then, someone in the squad (I'm guessing Jason) decided to lift Ismail up, and he did it quickly and without warning, leaving Ismail with a possibly bruised head (I'm sure he's okay now...). Later, one of the legs from under one of the pool tables got detached somehow, but it got fixed.
Soon enough, all the 8th graders got transferred to the cafeteria to eat. Sierra, KC, and I were one of the last ladies in line, which was lucky for us, because we were able to grab the last cans of Sprite. Unfortunately for me, the guys found out that I had the luxury of a soda while they drank from water bottles, so Johnny took away Sierra's sunglasses from me, which I was wearing because I liked how they made me appear to have a hangover. That eventually led me to tripping on the stairs.
After eating, we finally joined the 6th and 7th graders in the gym. Now, imagine a bunch of 11 and 12-year-olds at a rave. That's exactly what the gym looked like. This is the time where the screaming became so loud that your ears bled. My throat also became sore from screaming lyrics in Sam's face. A conga line was formed multiple times by the guys, and we three women just stood there in the middle of the chaos looking at each other with 'why-the-hell-did-we-decide-to-come-here?' and 'let's-pretend-that-we-don't-know-them' looks.
And yeah that's pretty much it.
