Bad enough to have Valentine's Day. Lucky it was on Sunday this year. High School is a rotten time to be a teenager and especially if you are one of the new (young like 13 or 14 or 15) teenagers. For those in the 9th and 10th grade, particularly, there seems to be no justice in the world.
The rest of the world is bigger, has access to a car or has one and has a job which means money. All of those attributes make competition for the fancy of the opposite gender a little more difficult. It probably hits the boys the hardest.
A dance is a big problem all by itself. Who wants to pick up your heart throb with your Dad (or both Parents) in the front seat? Try going out to eat some place. How are you getting there? Do parents have to go with you? How do you get from the dinner to the dance? Does that mean another car ride with Mom and Dad? Who in the world set these prices?
We try not to make these dances a couple's thing. Many of our students come together as a great big group. It really is okay to come by one's self or with a bunch of guys or gals. That takes some of the pressure off, but there is a reality within the whole growing up scene.
This coming week attempts to be one of fun and school unity. As with most things, it cannot be a great success to all people. The dance is at the end of the week. A part of growing up is coping with the realities as well as the joys and thrills. For the most part - that is okay.
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