I had high expectations for Homecoming 2010.
After three years of watching the seniors waltz in at 10:15, I was ready to do the same. Expecting a chorus of Ke$ha’s “the party don’t start till I walk in,” I was sorely disappointed by a pathetic crowd of barely thirty people. And the party did not start when I walked in – it never started!
After ten minutes of complaining about the nearly empty gym and blaring lights, my group decided to dance. Go figure.
We squeezed our way into the middle of the ghetto-fabulous dance circle nestled in the corner. Despite the large area open for grooving, this was the only area where people were actually dancing.
As I looked around, lamenting over the poor music selection and overbearing underclassmen presence, I had an epiphany–this wasn’t going to get any better unless I made it better.
At least they weren’t playing “Cotton-Eyed Joe” and assorted salsa tunes.
From the point of arrival onward, the DJ’s mixing abilities did not drastically improve, the lights did not dim, nor did more people enter the dance. However, something else did change, my attitude.
I came to Homecoming 2010 to dance. As Taio Cruz so eloquently said, “I came to move, move, move, move, get out the way of me and my crew, crew, crew, crew.”
Once I got over my petty senior pride, I didn’t care that I was surrounded by sophomores because I was also surrounded by friends.
So yes, Homecoming 2010 was lame. It was the lamest Homecoming I’d ever attended, but it was also the last Homecoming I was going to attend—and I chose not to let it be ruined. I chose to have fun. I’ve come to terms that school dances are never going to parallel the hopping clubs in ever-so-realistic rap videos. The so-called “shawty” is never going to make an appearance, and even if I am wearing “my favorite brands,” the administrators will still address me as “young lady.”
Despite this, though, school dances can still be fun. If you have the right mindset–and a fun group. Mainly the second one.
If more seniors remembered this, and actually attended the dance, perhaps the “lameness” would diminish and the gym would be at least crowded enough to be considered a moderate fire hazard.