From time to time, I like to revisit childhood journals for hilariously awkward and occasionally mortifying stories. Here’s what happened after what seems to have been the spring dance. (Evidently I had resolved to journal more frequently, but failed to do so.) I’ve typed it exactly as written, except for replacing full names with initials to somewhat protect the identities of other “characters.”
March 19, 1995 (Sunday) 9:17 pm
I guess I majorly broke my resolution. By about a month! Sorry.
I went to the dance on Friday. My friend MS came as my guest. I danced twice, with JM. The 1st time, I asked him to dance with me. Afterwards, CT sent EB over to tell me, “If you dance with JM again, CT will kick your ass!” Nice, huh? What a bitch! Towards the end, CH got CT’s “permission” for me to dance with JM again. And JM told me that he and CT weren’t even there together!
I would have asked MA to dance, too, but he was “sucking face” w/DD all night. I don’t think the chaperones even noticed. At the end, somebody asked MA something and he yelled back, “Did it look like I was choching [nb: choking] her?” and I said under my breath, “No. I looked like you were eating her!” Luckily, he didn’t hear me. Continue reading





