What an awakening to Black history month...

February is here and you know what that means, don't you? That is right, it is Black history month, and in an attempt to educate the children at our school regarding the concept (although 45% is Black...) our school made it mandatory to pay $2.00 to watch some African dancers perform. I, like any good student payed the price, with only a little bit of complaining. Everyone else on the other hand, did not, and you know what? I think they are going to get away with it AGAIN! Oh well... I did what was right. Those people had to be payed somehow. Anyway, it was... very interactive. They insisted that students come up to dance and play the drums with them, although Devoniesh, Guneet, and I were hiding from their eyes. Let me just say, African dancing is not in the least, decent. Now, I do not mean to say it is not normal, because I am anti-racism, but what I mean to say is they are not afraid to take their shirts off and shake in front of the entire school, including the teachers, and administrative staff... How do I know this? An incident occurred which has scarred me for life. That, and a very... poorly proportioned teacher (heavy on top, chicken legs... big hair- WEARING A SKIRT AND TANK-TOP IN THE MIDDLE OF A CANADIAN WINTER!) was dancing like she had a pole to grab onto. If not morally wrong it was d-i-s-t-u-r-b-i-n-g. It was also funny, mainly because, as said by Devoniesh, "Her stomach was moving one way, and her legs another." Aside from that, we saw Mr. Jacobs (evil language teacher) play the drums! He actually did something fun! But, like all good things, it did not last. In fact, as soon as the dancers said it was time for everyone to dance, including the drum players, he ran back to his seat, and then when we acknowledged it in class, he said "Shhhh!".

Throughout the entire assembly Guneet and I were intent on making Devoniesh dance, and eventually, she got up when Alice and Rosalie did and danced. Another funny thing, my COUSIN, got up and could not dance. It was so funny! He was just waving his arms around like the idiot he is... Overall, the assembly was really funny, although I can not remember any of the dancer's names, except the one caucasian man, who's name was John. I still wonder what he was doing there... Apparently all the other dancers were from Africa, and John was from Canada.

Also, my teacher, Miss Dias, was... possessed by some other-worldly force, which made her dance like none of the students were watching. I do not mean to say she danced bad, because she did not, she danced excellently, but it was a little to much for some people to handle. Trust me. I heard what some guys were saying as we walked out... Let me just say, I am happy to be a girl, and not have a mind like that.

As for the rest of my day, I did work. That is all I remember, there really wasn't anything else which would classify as blog-worthy... Although, I did get a B on my basketball test, which is a great achievement for me considering I have two left feet when it comes to sports, (except badminton, tennis, and ping-pong).

Now, if you do not mind I think I will go read some other people's blogs. Happy groundhog day, stay prepared for 6 more weeks of winter!