Well, the first dance of the school year was quite enjoyable for me. When I first got to the school, hardly anyone was there, in fact no one came until about seven thirty. But everything went very well actually. I wore a pink dress that is my mom's bridesmaid dress for my auntie Fran's wedding of two weeks ago. I am pretty sure everyone found it nice. I felt like Cinderella, because just forty-five minutes before I went to the dance, I was working like crazy at my job, and feeling flustered at making mistakes again and again. But I met a lot of nice understanding customers who made me feel good. Anyways. Back to the Cinderella dance. It was actually a harvest dance, so everyone else was wearing jeans or Daisy Dukes and plaid shirts while I was wearing Barbie's prom dress. :) But oh well, I like it so I guess I don't care that much at all.
I actually danced the whole night without feeling self-conscious at all! (with exception to the first ten minutes of the dance when I wasn't "in the moment" yet) And I actually, for the first time since grade eight, got to slow dance with people of the opposite sex, rather than dancing with the female exchange student. Don't get me wrong, that was SO COOL. Because I like her; she's awesome. Love that accent! But it was nice to dance with a boy for once. ha ha
All in all, my dance was the best so far! Ever, in fact. And when I got home and took off that dress, and looked at it for awhile, I smiled as I thought about my night. Then I looked at the top of my right hand, where a faded purple "x" still somberly stared at me. After thanking the God of Cinderella dances, I dimmed the old oil lamp and went to sleep, where visions of dancing the night away with foreign exchange students and actual boys danced in my dreams.
Kirstin
By the way, just kidding about the oil lamp. Although my television channels are that of a peasant, I do in fact have electricity.
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