The day finally arrived today – the 6th grade dance. Nevermind that it was in the morning on a half-school day, or that it was more a karaoke party than a dance – it finally came. Just in time for my daughter to have an eye infection, have to wear her ‘gross’ glasses, and for her skinny jeans to be stuck in the wash this morning. Mooooommmm! Life is so unfair.
Apparently, boys aren’t what they used to be when it comes to 6th grade dances. I remember actual dancing being had – opportunities being taken for that slow dance and a hand on the back (lower back if you were lucky)… But my daughter and her crush spent the dance… playing checkers. Yes, checkers. I’m especially disappointed that she lost to him, but that’s irrelevant I suppose.
What I found interesting was that according to her, no one danced at all with anyone of the opposite sex. Girls and guys screwed around dancing in groups among themselves. Kids played games. Kids sang karaoke. Though it’s hardly what I’d call a “dance”, it sounds like fun. Much less stressful than my 6th grade nervous wreck. For once, I’m actually happy about an aspect of my daughter and her friends’ maturity instead of horrified. They got to have fun and be kids – in 6th grade. Who knew?!
Sixth grade? Man, it must start earlier here than elsewhere. Of course, I don’t remember going to dances in either sixth grade or especially earlier, but our kids’ elementary school just had their own dance — for everyone from K-5 grades.
And no, I did not do the hoky-poky (or anything else) with the kiddies.