On drawing, left to right: Me (I had to make the dress (I suck at drawing dresses) brighter because black doesn't fit well with, well, black.) IRL Friend 1, IRL Friend 2, IRL Friend 3.

Yesterday I was on my 8th grade ball, and it was... okay. Like I'm not a person who goes to a party to party. I am more of like "There is free food on the party??" person.

The ball was going to begin at 18:00 (6 PM), but I came 15 minutes earlier and there was already half of my class. When the party began, the music was extremely loud. Like, I'm not an extremely sensitive person, but it was do loud I had to communicate mostly TROUGH TEXT because no one could hear no one. I managed to flee from the Polonaise part, there was no one with whom I could be paired anyway (lucky me :D). I forgot to mention that aside from the three 8th grade classes from my school there was another one with 11 people that was going to school outside my city. They performed Chapelloise, and oml, the music was awesome!

After the dances, we got the food, and after that, everyone went to dance. Before the party, we managed to craft a playlist that would play at this moment (I even made my addition to these suggestions, generously "donating" Deadlocked by F-777). All of this turned out to be useless, because the DJ blasted generic mediocre popular party pop from music discs. Breaks were a blessing, because our ears could rest and we could for a while communicate verbally again.

What was I doing at the party? Not really dancing, only when ALL students were "obligated" to do so. I was sitting there, at the end of the table assigned to my class with my friends, seemingly unamused. We were talking about some stuff in discussions that ordinary 5 or 10 minute break would never fit.

Overall rating? 8.3/10. Definitely a memory worth remembering.