/My Mental Ocean/

Sadie Hawkins

     I don't know who this Sadie Hawkins is and what she has to do with anything, but I'm going to assume she's a feminist figure so that's pretty rad.

     I have had to endure my fair share of Sadie Hawkins dances. And I'm sure you've had to as well. Sadie Hawkins dances have this really cool concept: Girls ask guys.

     I am all for that, honestly. Literally, I am the most feminist person you'll ever meet so I completely love the idea of switching stereotypical gender roles.

     But, for the average teen, Sadie Hawkins dances can be awkward and embarrassing.

     To better demonstrate the picture I'm trying to paint, let's take it back to camp two years ago.

     So I go to this really chill Bible summer camp (I'll probably write more about that later). Most campers only went for one week, and at the end of each week, there would be a dance on the blacktop. This alternated between a regular boys-asked-girls dance and a Sadie Hawkins dance.

     Guess which lucky week I was there?

     The idea alone was a good one. The girls in my group had fun picking out cute ways to ask the guys in our group to the dance (there were eight girls and eight guys in each group). That doesn't include me, because I never cared for camp romances. Plus... no guy was worthy of my attention. Okay, okay, I was crushing on the camp superstar who was in my group two years in a row and actually remembered my name. I'm sorry, anyone who only knew me for a week then remembers my name a whole year later is worthy of my attention. More on this later.

     Anyways, the time of the dance was nearing. Most all the girls in my group had dates, and the group matchmaker had failed to partner me up with anybody. (can you guess who the group matchmaker was? Dramatic irony) That's when the counsellors informed us of a small detail that wasn't previously mentioned.

     The Run.

     The Run was this crazy event that was held the night before the dance. All the guys would stand in the center of the great lawn, and the girls would chase the guys they wanted to ask. It. Was. Dreadful.

     I trust I don't have to go into any detail about why it was so horrible, because you can probably figure it out.

     Anyways, my group didn't even participate in this event. Since every girl in camp was at The Run, that meant the showers were free. So I guess I can't really complain, since I avoided embarrassment and got to take a nice long shower.

     To make a longer story short, the dance went well. Allot of the girls were slow-dancing with their dates, two guys ditched their dates and danced together all night (it's always Bible camp, ammiright?), and I went with a bag of pepper & pickle crisps.

     There was a point to this story...