All Dolled-Up

Just a quick update on my BIG Friday night plans. Are you catching my sarcasm? Tonight, while my wonderful husband (who now affectionately refers to me as a "slave- driver") puts up two ceiling fans, I will be gracing my former students with my presence at the ISLE12 Prom. Can I get a Woo-Hoo? Now, I know what you are all thinking--I teach eighth grade, not high school, so what's the deal? Well, at Isle12, most of the kids do not make it to their senior year and so this particular school makes a huge deal out of an eighth grade year, hence a school dance being called the "Prom." Sad, I know, but this is just how they roll.

Kristen and I tried to fight it last year, suggesting if we don't give them anything to look forward to in High School, of course they'll drop out. We wanted to call it the "graduation dance." We were overruled by our principal and school board who thought it was perfectly acceptable for eighth grade students to shell out one hundred bucks for a tux, leave school early to get their hair did, AND rent out a venue. I don't know about you but my eighth grade dance was in my school gym with a boom box and some juice boxes. (By the way this is also the night Caroline Savini told Paul Klemic I had a mega-crush on him to which he replied he only like me as a friend. Way-to-go Caroline. You ruined my eighth grade dance/prom. Good thing I had two more in high school)

This is a picture of me at last year's Isle12 prom. (Sorry, it's blurry)



This year I will be attending in a pair of skinny jeans and heels since I am not really part of the crew anymore. I don't feel it's appropriate I get all dolled-up. I'm kind of looking forward to seeing the little stinkers :)

Enjoy your Friday Night!

xoxo,

Mac