Stereotype-breaking Once Again
I went to a party last night and ran into a friend of mine whom I hadn’t seen in years. She’s an elementary school teacher now. The two of us were the first people on the dance floor–and often the only people on the dance floor. Granted, the DJ was very lame, but still most of the songs he played had some kind of rhythm that I could at least sway to. More of the people at that party should have been out there having fun with us.
