Two or three weeks ago, the sophomores had their Semi-formal. Good for them. But I am a discontented freshman. The sophomores get their Semi, the juniors get their Prom, the seniors their cotillion/class day/ cruise. What about us? We don’t get a dance.

I felt the same way in 6th grade, seeing signs for the 7th and 8th grade dance, while we went to Roller Kingdom. To be fair, we did get a dance at the end of the year. Then, I found out that middle school dances aren’t too special if you’re cursed with two left feet like I am. I ended up being one of those people in the corner who played volleyball with a balloon because people asked me as politely as they could to please get my butt off the dance floor. (They never mentioned the rest of me though.) Apparently my dancing can scar people for life.

But getting back to the point, it doesn’t seem fair that we don’t get a social event. I know that it’s generally argued that since we have committed the crime of being a mere freshman (a heinous transgression indeed), we shouldn’t get one. I guess the deal is that once you can get respect from the seniors, you get a social event. Personally, I don’t think I’ll get respect from the seniors until I can look them in the eye without neck pains or a footstool.

It’s a strange idea though, the lack of respect towards the freshman. Apparently, to be a freshman is the worst thing you can do in high school, but everyone’s done it. I suppose the seniors feel like they have to act like big brothers and sisters toward the freshman and let’s be honest – what’s a better representation of an older brother or sister than the senior who picks on a freshman?

But somehow, the class of ’13 will live through our freshmen discontentment and make it into our sophomore year, when we will get to go to the Semi and make fun of the class of ’14 simply for being freshmen.

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Andy