Yesterday, I finally had the privilege of going to my first high school dance and I wanted to share my experience with you all! Now it may not seem anything out of the ordinary that I am a Sophomore and this was my first dance. I remember as a young child, my aunt ( now 25) was in high school and her friends and dates would come over to our house to get their prom pictures taken. Seeing everyone so dressed up was so mesmerizing to me. Ever since that day, I genuinely could not wait to go to my own homecoming, winter formal, etc. Unfortunately, my freshman year did not go as planned at all, now I am not gonna go in-depth with my freshman year, that's a whole different story. I had quite some trouble making friends at the beginning and the few friends I did have at the beginning and middle of the year were quite introverted like me I guess, but were a bit dark and were against the idea of actually going out and getting dressed up. Because of this, I obviously did not have anyone to go with and it felt as if the next three years of my life would not go as planned either. Luckily, I had the privilege of switching schools and was able to see all my old friends that I had known for almost my entire life and had the chance of meeting so many more kind, wonderful, and all around great people. Our school has one dance each year and it takes place in February usually around Valentine's Day. When I first got there hardly any people were there, but as time passed by more and more people showed up. There was a rush of gleaming excitement inside just because we all got to play dress up and it was trés chic seeing all the girls in their gowns and the guys in suits! When we finally sat down for dinner, I felt a bit out of place and awkward due to the fact that I was the only single person at the table. Across from our table, I saw someone that I had admired for quite some time with their own significant other. Despite the fact that this person is not even aware that I exist, (they actually do and if they are reading this right now then RIP my social existence) a part of me felt a bit gloomy inside but also genuinely happy because they looked happy. Although I felt somewhat lonely and unpleasant with myself, I found comfort in knowing that I was there for myself only and no one else, I was there to make the most out of the night, and to simply let go all of my worries. As people started dancing, I decided to go along with it and just have fun. The music started playing and it was as if everything was finally starting to fall into place. For those of you who don't know, I am, without a doubt, the worst dancer ever. I have absolutely no rhythm at all, which only leads me to clapping my hands, bobbing my head, and slowly moving my feet. After dancing, my friend and I made our way onto the photo booth and took some photos there. Finally after some dancing and photo booth fun, the queen was crowned. There were three candidates and the first girl to receive five roses is declared queen. Whoever's name is drawn out she will then receive a rose. After the girl was crowned, we finally went home, well at least I did! There was an after party and I was allowed to go, however I was unable to find a ride. Now reminiscing, I am a bit glad I didn't go because my feet were killing me and God knows I can only handle wearing heels for so long. On the car ride home, I simply could not help but to reflect on the great time I had and how fast time is moving. It seems like just yesterday when I was playing with my barbies, awaiting the day I would get to play dress up on my own. I know this blog piece does not benefit anyone at all, but my blog is kind of like my very own diary, expect for the fact that hundreds of people are reading (yes I checked my analytics and we're close to 1000 monthly views)! Thanks for reading and have a great day!
With lots of love,
Kylee
With lots of love,
Kylee