At Dead President Junior High, the winter assembly is a grand event. It’s traditionally capped off by a performance by the faculty band (which only exists for the sake of this one performance), an appearance by Santa (played by the hilarious shop teacher who also builds my sets for me), and a dance choreographed by Kelley and performed by any teacher courageous enough to join.
This year, Kelley made a mash-up of music that included “Soulja Boy” and “Kiss Kiss”, which prompted immediate and boisterous screams of delight from the student body out there in the darkness. (Kelley is a very wise producer!)
Anyway, our brave dance troupe this year, in addition to Kelley, included Amber, the gym teacher, Erin, the science teacher, Angie, the technology specialist at our school, and me. We donned our finest “gangsta” clothes and did our very best with one day’s rehearsal. I feel bad since I am usually better at not obviously watching the best dancer in the group for cues.
Still, it was a blast, as always. Here’s the video, as shot by techie Carly from the booth:
My pants, by the way, were safety-pinned to my other pants to achieve the ultimate sag. I really don’t know how the boys at our school beat gravity so consistently. My English class came up with the idea for the arm tats. They gave me many, many styling tips, then proceeded to mock me mercilessly for following their advice. I love these kids.