Snapshot: Watch me whip...well not me...
Originally Written 11/13/15
I attended my first middle school dance tonight...since I was in middle school.
I didn't have a bad attitude about it as I was definitely interested in how it was going to turn out, but I also had many other things to do tonight. Friday night is laundry/grad school discussion response/paper outlining/reading night.
I am so glad I volunteered though, because this dance had everything:
* Songs I no longer know
* Awkward groups of friends who didn't want to dance, just standing around throwing out the vibe
* Boys chasing girls chasing boys chasing girls
* No slow dances!
* Kids doing the Thriller dance perfectly!
* Whip and Nae Nae
* A boy who didn't want to be there, sitting against the exit door, hugging his knees the whole time (The same boy the girls scratched on the 'No No List' in the bathroom).
* My sixth graders dressed so sweetly! I don't get to see them out of uniform often. They were adorbs.
* Some 8th graders who looked like grown ass adults. Like I felt like I was watching a rap music video. (or that I was in the club)
* Some oddly dressed students. I couldn't quite figure out what they were going for.
* Refreshments.
I can say that compared to the middle school dances I remember attending, these kids tore it up. They were phenomenal dancers. Most of them actually danced. They told me I could just watch YouTube to learn. (It's sooo easy) Some of my worst students in the classroom were the best dancers out on the dance floor. I was glad I got to spend time with them in that capacity instead of staying on them about taking notes and being responsible.
Watching the kids reminded me that they are still just that...kids. And it was so sweet to see my sixth graders get along and have fun together. They were so nice to one another and formed a sixth grade dance group. All too quickly, they will be the loud, rowdy, cool as hell (but terrifying) circle of 8th graders.
One of my girls offered to teach me the steps to one of the dances, but alas, I found myself right back in middle school again, too shy to try. (I was the girl standing on the wall in middle school.)
Everything changes, but some things stay the same.
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| Obviously this picture is terrible...I don't want to get fired! |
I attended my first middle school dance tonight...since I was in middle school.
I didn't have a bad attitude about it as I was definitely interested in how it was going to turn out, but I also had many other things to do tonight. Friday night is laundry/grad school discussion response/paper outlining/reading night.
I am so glad I volunteered though, because this dance had everything:
* Songs I no longer know
* Awkward groups of friends who didn't want to dance, just standing around throwing out the vibe
* Boys chasing girls chasing boys chasing girls
* No slow dances!
* Kids doing the Thriller dance perfectly!
* Whip and Nae Nae
* A boy who didn't want to be there, sitting against the exit door, hugging his knees the whole time (The same boy the girls scratched on the 'No No List' in the bathroom).
* My sixth graders dressed so sweetly! I don't get to see them out of uniform often. They were adorbs.
* Some 8th graders who looked like grown ass adults. Like I felt like I was watching a rap music video. (or that I was in the club)
* Some oddly dressed students. I couldn't quite figure out what they were going for.
* Refreshments.
I can say that compared to the middle school dances I remember attending, these kids tore it up. They were phenomenal dancers. Most of them actually danced. They told me I could just watch YouTube to learn. (It's sooo easy) Some of my worst students in the classroom were the best dancers out on the dance floor. I was glad I got to spend time with them in that capacity instead of staying on them about taking notes and being responsible.
Watching the kids reminded me that they are still just that...kids. And it was so sweet to see my sixth graders get along and have fun together. They were so nice to one another and formed a sixth grade dance group. All too quickly, they will be the loud, rowdy, cool as hell (but terrifying) circle of 8th graders.
One of my girls offered to teach me the steps to one of the dances, but alas, I found myself right back in middle school again, too shy to try. (I was the girl standing on the wall in middle school.)
Everything changes, but some things stay the same.
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