what better activity for the repressed transsexual undergoing an uncomfortable puberty in middle school than one that revolves about strict girl-boy gender pairings and obligate human touch? truly one of the experiences of all time
ahh the feeling of having to hold a pretty girl's hand while i felt like fucking Swamp Thing and wanted nothing less but to vanish completely so i would no longer inconvenience the female gender and the rest of humanity w my presence. good times
ahh you youngins. back in my day we learned the electric slide and this fancy new dance called the macarena, during a week or gym class for some reason
I remember my school having a kris kross day during dance week, everyone came in with their pants on backwards and with bandanas and shit and we did "Jump" for one of our dances. (before the square dancing continued) ahh the early 90s was a weird fucking time.
i will never forgive my high school for forcing me, someone who tends to avoid loud and crowded places, to attend shitty pep rallies next to a bunch of the loudest and rowdiest kids in my school
seems like they did that at the school district i moved to in middle school , but didn't in the one i moved from
ill forever associate the cha cha slice with a feeling of extreme alienation from my peers
