new year's eve

When I was in eighth grade, I would drag my friend Jolene to every school dance. Figure a dance every other Friday or so, and that's about least 20 dances in one year. She would resist, complaining that the ones we'd already been to were painful and very much not of the fun. But the little optimist in me was convinced that this week some boy would ask me to dance (no one ever … [Read more...] about Eighth Grade Dance Redux