Chaperone

Teachers at my school have to staff two events per semester. Last semester I took down some plum duties -- basketball and volleyball -- but this semester math got last pick and I was stuck with two dances -- the longest and least desirable duties. Cripes. So I got a little dressed up and had to go to school on Saturday (making it "Saturday School" I guess), take tickets, and police the dance floor. Basically my job was to pull kids off each other and all that as the situation demanded it.

Questions and comments:

• Will somebody please remix YMCA or kill it please. Couldn't believe they played that seventies two-stepper at an urban high school dance.
• Not that thirty freshmen freaking to a couple of cabinet speakers and a smoke machine could really be considered a dance.
• Oh right, so my job was to put an end to all the freaking, and for a while I was working real hard, like I was on commission, like the more kids I separated the better I was doing, but then I thought to myself, dang, I'm at school on a Saturday night. So I stopped 'cause I figured somebody should have been having fun.
• No, seriously, by a show of hands: does anyone actually like YMCA. I've got this sneaking suspicion we're all just playing it because the class before us played it and no one actually enjoys it at all.
• Okay, you there, this is getting ridiculous...

I spent most of the time walking around the action, watching the cool kids from afar, and thinking about how little I've come since my own high school dances.

That was last weekend. Today I saw Rudy, Spidey, and Andrew (youth staff '02) in Santa Cruz, which was much more fun.

Gator