Why do they call it a "dance"?

Chaperoned the first school dance last night. Seldom do any of the kids actually dance really. There are packs of girls who dance together, consistent with the history of school dances. There are also the traditional packs of boys who spend the evening running around the gym. There are still wallflowers, although they now sit and take pictures of others on their cell phones and/or talk on said phones. Oddly, there are now also packs of boys who dance together (or twitch in unison).

What the group really lives for are the group dances - the electric slide, the hustle (yes, it's back), the chicken dance, and a newer, extraordinarily popular gem called Cotton-Eyed Joe. After the first two or three notes sound, the crowd erupts in shrieks (literally!) of glee and dashes pell-mell through the crepe paper streamers and sagging Christmas lights to the front of the gym, streaking into lines and "dancing" in the prescribed pattern. Is this really descended from the kind of line dancing engaged in during Mozart's time?

You really haven't lived until you've watched the 8th grade Elvis impersonator tribute artist doing the macarena - or maybe you have.

WOOOOHOOOO!!!

Daughter has been organizing my pictures in a file - and I have boldly gone where I've never gone before. I click help at school all the time and figure things out. Don't know why I haven't simply done this at home.

To celebrate this sublime moment: one of the only views of a recent visit from the fabulous Wienermobile that doesn't include identifiable local landmarks. Very personable crew - very quick on the jokes. We asked if the 'Mobile is just a car or also has sleeping accommodations. Answer: It's a car, not a Wienerbago! (Maybe I've been in a middle school too long!)

Speaking of one's destiny...

Anyone use Follett's Destiny in their library? Comments?

uh huh

Wish I were sensing an impending phone message from Ed McMahon!