My oldest is in his last months of middle school (silent “thank you, Jesus” prayer and silent “so help me God, he’s headed to high school soon” prayer), and the 8th grade dance is just a few weeks away. Okay, first off, 8th grade dance? Back in my day, we had no stinking dances in junior high! I’m looking at it this way–because I’m pretty much the pessimist Gerald claims me to be–not only do I have to prep for my child’s high school prom when the day comes, I’m also required to get my kiddo ready for a formal (yes, you read that right, formal) 8th grade dance?? Hmm… okay…
Let me provide some description and discussion of this 8th grade “dance” adventure (thus far) —
My son (right before bedtime): Do you have money?
He is asking for money to purchase a ticket. Mind you, I have to pull information out of this kid, he doesn’t give anything up willingly. He didn’t come home the day he heard about the dance and exclaim, “The 8th grade formal is coming up and I need to buy a ticket. May I go, Mummy? May I? And may I have money to purchase the ticket, please?”
Nope. He stays mute. I believe he is working it all out in his head and thinks things will magically work out. What?? Why would I need to give my mom notice to shop for appropriate clothes!
Me: What are you supposed to wear? A suit? A tux?
My son: I dunno.
Now, the conversation regarding transportation options really got interesting.
My son: We’re going to rent a party bus.
My son: Or a limo.
My son: …
Me: I don’t think a group of 8th graders can (legally and from a reputable company) rent a party bus or limo. And why would you need either of these things?
My son: How else are we supposed to go to dinner?
Me: Dinner? Who said anything about dinner?
My son: Well, what are we supposed to do after the dance?
Me: Come home?
The school is literally around the corner from our house. My son said his group of friends is planning to meet at the school and then have the party bus take them to the dance. Umm… the dance is going to be at the Catholic church which happens to be smack dab next door to the school! Did I mention this is all around the corner from our house??
It will be interesting to see how this whole shindig pans out. My son does not own a suit, and I don’t see “tuxedo” wear being the norm here. No ticket has been purchased. No date has been secured (as far as I know, because obviously my son tells me very little). Actually, there was a whole separate disastrous “date”
argument discussion. Pick up/drop off times (because, no, you’re not taking a party bus!)? Possible carpooling and/or sleepover plans with friends?
Do you see? None of these details have been planned out. But who knows? Maybe I’m as stupid as my son claims. Maybe some 8th grade dance fairy godmother will drop out of the sky and provide everything he needs for his special occasion, right down to the effin party bus.