On Friday night, after my trip to the ER for stitches in my thumb (see Saturday's post), I chaperoned a 7th/8th grade dance. My have things changed. My have things stayed the same.
First, to get to my post title. I was a "floater" meaning that I was roaming and on the lookout for any shennanigans, checking the girls restroom, making sure no one was doing anything ... WRONG. (Just typing that makes me laugh because I am not sure, based on my past behaviors as an adolescent, teen, young adult, hell, even adulthood, that I am qualified for that job.) I was standing on the stage so I could see into the dance crowd. There were hundreds of kids on the dance floor (and a few more hundred roaming around at the other stations set up to keep the kids entertained). People, I would rather be body surfing in the mosh pit of a Nirvana concert than to be in the middle of that crowd. Anyway, I was standing on the stage...and the DJ comes over and says "You can't be standing up here. You need to be down on the floor." I stood and looked at him with a very puzzled look on my face. This was EXACTLY where I was told one of my posts should be. He then realized I was wearing a name tag and said "Oh geeze, you're a parent. I'm sorry, I thought you were a student." I was oddly flattered to be mistaken for a 12-14 yr. old girl.
The biggest difference I noticed is that boys dance now a days. There were tons of boys, my son included, on the dance floor boogying down. Now we don't listen to Miley Cyrus or any other teeny bopper music in our house, but my son still knows the songs and still knows the official dances that go along with them. (And now that I type that, I think I need to ask him how? HOW do you know? When did I ever teach you to listen to this music and dance those dances? What happened to The Killers? Cold Play? The Cure? You're killing me, kid!) Anyway, guys and girls were dancing all over the place. That place STUNK. Hundreds of sweaty kids that no amount of deodorant solids, sprays or shower gels could overcome. There was really no slow dancing though. Only one slow song was played and that pretty much cleared the floor.
One thing that hasn't changed? Girls cry at dances. For reasons known and unknown - "she looked at me wrong" and/or "she didn't stand next to me for X line dance" and/or "she said she likes Suzie better" and/or "I saw Connor kissing Emily". Who really knows? And who really cares? I stayed away from those girls.
Kids like to stay away from their parents. That hasn't changed. Big E did come to talk to me a couple of times, but for the most part, when we saw each other we did the "chin nod". Ya know, when you walk by someone and kind of flip your chin up in the air to acknowledge each other and hope no one else saw it.
A big surprise was that Journey's "Don't Stop Believin'" was one of the most popular songs - with all the kids and all the parents knowing all the words. I was very perplexed by this and later learned this is one of the songs on Guitar Hero, hence, the knowledge. I wanted to track my son down and scream "I saw this band in concert in 1986!" Another thing I learned? Michael Jackson's "Beat It" is still a great song for all to dance to - young and old. And when the DJ played a 21st century club version of the 1980's Dead or Alive song "You Spin Me Round" it was hard for me not to get out on the dance floor and show these kids how it's done. But that wouldn't have been very chaperone-like of me. I managed to contain myself.
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