The last week of elementary school was filled with rumor and speculation about the terrors we would have to live through in Junior High. We were going to be FORCED to do exercise! XO One of the most important and most frightening events in Junior High was not just the showers in P.E. but the dances.
As a 10-11 year old kid you had a bunch of stupid questions in your head that you were to embarrassed to ask anyone else. Why admit that you don't already know these answers? Questions like the following were floating around my head.
- Do you HAVE to dance?
- Do you HAVE to ask a girl?
- What do you do if she says no? Punch her?
- Are you expected to kiss her?
- Slow dance?
- What do you wear?
8th grade was another story altogether. I had P.E. 4th period (before lunch) so I HAD to shower at school. I still loathed it and felt nervous EVERY SINGLE TIME, but I did it. I had to be clean because I had a girlfriend now. A girlfriend that I would stupidly hold hands and walk around in circles with down the hallways. So I had to smell nice.
I heard about the dances but I never gave it a second thought until she brought it up. "So are you going to ask me to the dance?" I believe I said something like, "Oh, you're going to want to go?"
So we go. It happens to be the last day of school before Christmas so when her, and by her choice "our," song comes on we dance.
If you don't know what that is, then search on YouTube for slow dance videos in the 80's.
So we are sitting on the sideline and she tells me lean over. I've never had a sister so my first response is a very suspicious, rude, brotherly "Why?" She insisted, so I did. She then put a gold chain around my neck and said, "Merry Christmas."
HOLY CRAP! I thought, I didn't even get her a card! I'm in Junior High, what the hell?!? So I proceed to tell her (lie) that I intended to bring her something AFTER the holidays since the time off was so far before Christmas Day.
I say thanks and then we go back out to the dance floor and I lumber around awkwardly in one of those stupid dancing circles for the rest of the night.
I walk home in the rain wondering what the hell I was supposed to do.
I had to beg and plead my parents for the money to get stuffed bear from JC Penny (I think.) Once my mother found out that I had a girlfriend and she gave me a gold necklace she demanded that I return it. Of course I didn't and we argued.
The most significant part of my first dance was the fact that I think it marked the first time I ever really stood up to either of my parents and won.
Do you remember your first dance? Do tell.