The Winter Dance was the dance that the sophomore class had to plan in one month, because we argued for three months over everything. One thing that I know about me, is that I hate conflict. So when everyone is arguing over whether we should have cupcakes or brownies, I'm just sitting there with my mouth shut. Don't get me wrong, I do participate, but I don't like the feeling I get that we are making no progress when we bicker.
Alright now for what happened at said dance.
I had kind of wanted a date for the dance, but I honestly could have cared less. But my friend from school obviously felt different; he got someone to ask me. I would have been okay with it, but it was someone who I never really talk to, I wouldn't have even knew her if she hadn't been in StuCo. So a few days pass since she had asked me, and we didn't really ever talk, just like we never did before. So the night of the dance comes around and we talk pictures and she doesn't really ever talk during the car ride to dinner (On a side note I hate Olive Garden with a passion, anyone who says it is their favorite restaurant should go die in a hole).
So we arrive at the dance, then she goes and works coat check the entire night. Guess who was working the candy booth and helping me make lemonade? My real friends. Thanks guys. I think in the end at the dance she said
To my friends: Thanks
To my date: What the hell?