Ah, the Freshmen Frolic. For months it was all anyone could talk about. Giddy schoolgirls whispering things about even giddier schoolboys. But eventually everyone just settled down and faced up to the big night.

It took me at least 2 hours to get ready, AND I'M A GUY (last time I checked). I spent an hour of that in the shower. Of course, when I put on this cologne that I had bought, I decided that I would rather smell like BO. Hectic, hectic, hectic. Don't even get me started on hair spray.

So I went to Liz' house, and was ogled like a side of beef by all these parents I didn't know. I met my date there; I literally met her, since I hadn't seen her in person for longer than a minute before this. We spent 45 minutes being idle, before actually leaving for the dance.

The car on the way: I don't know WHO had beans, but MAN OH MAN! So anyways, we get there and spend a good amount of time checking in and getting pictures and such. They made me sign this thing that at anytime I could get checked for Drugs or Alcohol. I smiled to my date and pointed out that it said 'alcohol' not 'beer', as I held up 4 fingers and assured everyone that I had only had 6.

First thing I thought when I walked in, "Are there going to be as many freshmen at the softmore hop?" Of course, from then on my thoughts are no longer G rated, so... The DJ played a great mix of rap, hip-hop, and rap music. I was really impressed on how successfully he totally ignored requests. Some of his excuses were almost beleivable!

As the night progressed, so did the temperature in this cafeteria. I felt like a turkey in a dress shirt, which is what many people assured me I looked like. One of the highlights of the evening was when Steph introduced herself to my date: "Hi, I'm Steph. I'm Travis' f..................classmate".

Of course, I did have a good time dancing. I mean, when you can dance like I did, and not be made fun of, everything's going right. I did hurt myself breakdancing, but then again, I guess the triple backflip WAS a bit ambitious of me.

They turned on the lights for the last dance, so that everyone's final image of the Frolic was a bunch of sweaty people leaning against their dates and stumbling over each other. As they droned out, everyone said goodbye. Some people were teary; I suppose two days is a long time to wait to see someone again. Afterwards we went out to eat, and I sang lively renditions of "Castration Nation" over supper. We took pictures, chatted, and did all sorts of wild things.

All and all, I suppose I had an ok time. My date was really cool, and it wasn't too much hassle. Besides, it was all worth it to see Ms Rapose 'get her grove on'!