The days until graduation are winding down fast and I feel as if everything around me is a reminder of this. I am sure the world is not out to get the over emotional bits of me, I’m sure it’s just me but it’s somewhat fun to point this stuff out. Some of the reminders are completely random and others are not. Last Friday’s 100 Days ’til Graduation Semi- Formal is probably one of the least random reminders that graduation is around the corner. I mean, this is an annual event. The senior class committee every year rents out a fancy ball room located in town and charges $5 for tickets for senior students and $10 for dates. We, the senior class, clean up and for some its the cleanliest they have looked in months; some people have no time to lose on showers and looking good when there are thesis to get done. Well maybe the lack of showers in months is a bit much but you get where I am going with this. Either way it is always heaps of fun to see friends out of the usual flannel tops, Skidmore sweatshirts, and damaged jeans and in some bow ties, suits, pearls, and dresses.
99.9% of the senior class lives in the Northwoods village on campus so the senior class council organized to have two huge buses shuttle students to and from the event. I mean these were your everyday cheese buses right out of an episode of the Magic School Bus, made not so every day, filled to capacity with screaming over- excited and over- dressed seniors. So of course the party starts on the bus with a few laughs a few songs to scream at the top of our lungs. I found it interesting how this event looks and feels and of course just is so different now that I was experiencing it as a senior. Its more of a “this is my event” kind of feeling. Which is understandable, I just had to throw that thought in there since I have attended this event as a junior. The meaning behind it is not there as it is when you are a senior.
As we entered the venue some made their way toward the delicious treats …including a chocolate fountain. Wait, what?! Yes, a chocolate fountain. Others went toward the bar- 21 and over! Niether of those were my first move. I went for the dance floor. By the time I arrived there were enough people busting some serious moves on the dance floor, some already with heels in hand. The DJ was fantastic. Of course I do not take a dance break until I am in unbearable foot pain and that pattern goes on through out the night with a bit of getting chocolate wasted during my breaks and small talk with my well dressed friends. By the time the dance was over I was way too tired. I hopped on that Magic School Bus, skipped the stop on Caroline St. which is filled with more bars than one can imagine and made my way back to Northwoods straight into my bed.
Overall the dance was everything I needed it to be.
*More photos coming soon.