Mention the phrase "high school dance" and I'm immediately transported to a humid high school gymnasium, where chaperones would surprise unsuspecting teenagers with a flashlight's glare.
Their goal? Ensure all couples were leaving room for the Holy Spirit.
Translation: NO GRINDING.
The memory flashed through my mind when Salon's Broadsheet offered this item about an Oregon school canceling a high school dance due to a fear of dirty dancing.
Of course, students at my high school would get around the intrusive flashlights by grinding in the middle of the dance floor. The crowd was usually large enough to form a barrier that blinded flashlight regulators to their actions.
Guilty as charged.
Entertain me with your favorite memories from high school dances.