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  • High school dances are peculiar. The majority of the gathered dancers do not even dance the entire time, unless jumping up and down in a sweaty huddle with one or both fists in the air yelling, "Oh, Oh, Oh" is considered dancing.

    I never know how to act at dances/proms/winterformals/winterproms/promformals.

    Last weekend I went to a high school winter formal, but it wasn't my high school's winter formal, so it was stranger than usual. I knew a lot of people there so it wasn't too horrible, but I was an outsider nonetheless.

    The music selection was severely typical, including such party favorites as "Cupid Shuffle" and DJ Casper's "Cha Cha Slide (Part II)." A dubstep song exited the speakers and, of course, everyone went wild. They formed the all-too-familiar high school dance circle around the most popular seniors, and all eyes were on whoever entered the ring, whoever decided to be the pupil of the crowded student iris. I watched securely from a distance (around row three of the circle) when I suddenly felt two hands shove my back, relentlessly pushing me closer to the center of the circle. I turned around to see my friend Jack laughing hysterically. He said, "Get out there, dude." Well, Jack, dude, that was a dumb suggestion, because I had already stumbled into the middle of the ring.

    As I looked around as if to comprehend what just happened, the song ended, and my heart followed. The only noise coming from the speakers was the faint outro of the dubstep song, nothing I could dance to. Everyone that knew me cheered, "Go, Tom!" and everyone that did not know me yelled, "Go ____!" How was I supposed to dance to essentially white noise? What did they expect me to do? I froze. I froze hard. I felt myself blush. I blushed hard. There was no way my face was red, it had to have been more of a purple. I was mortified. I sat there and tried to laugh it off, saying, "Ha, the song is over. What do I do? The song is over." Several people booed and I felt my face shift hues yet again, probably now more of a dark blue. I fake laughed and hurried out of the circle. As I walked outside by myself I felt as if all disappointed eyes were still on me; I would forever be the center of the circle, the eternal pupil that fails to entertain. I calmed down after spending several songs walking around making fun of myself to try to hide my embarrassment.

    It was not that big of a deal, but it was to me, at least at the time.

    All I know is that from now on I will be more aware at high school dances, especially during the circle songs. Or maybe at the next dance I will just go stand at the snack table and lock my knees until I pass out.
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