Yee Haw!

Last Saturday night was the Junior School Barn Dance. What fun!! From 5:30 - 8:30, we ate hotdogs and chili, decorated paper pumpkins, and danced to live music in the gym. There was a caller and three girls playing very skillfully on their fiddles, and we all square danced, and circle danced, and line danced. Jackson was my partner and he did such a great job do-se-doing and promenading around with me under all the twinkly lights and cornstalks and haybale decorations.

I had forgotten how much I truly love group dancing. I used to belong to a group of Scottish Country dancers and Thursday night practice was the highlight of my week. These days my ankles wouldn't hold up for regularly scheduled high-impact activities, and I did wake up with bruised shoulders from turning-my-partner in such close proximity to the 300 other people there, but we sure did have a great time.

Something that struck me more than everything else was how many boys were there, dressed up in cowboy boots and cowboy hats, with hankerchiefs around their necks, holding hands and dancing with each other. There were girls dancing with girls, and girls dancing with boys, fathers dancing with their sons, and nobody was self-conscious, and there wasn't a group of mean-spirited kids standing against the wall pointing and making fun of anybody. That just doesn't exist at this school. I LOVE this school.