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Winterfest was extremely ironic. Winter feels like the darkest season of all, with the longest nights of all, right? Well that's exactly what Winterfest was: an extremely long, dark evening. Not too bad though, just long and dark. Oh, sweaty, confused, dirty, shaky, and bizarre also fit Winterfest as well. 

Sweaty because my date had his hands around my waist and I could feel the sweat on the tops of his forearms while we were dancing. Confused because everything from where to take pictures and what car to ride in to what hairstyle I should wear and who to dance with while my date was occupied. Dirty because people should definitely not grind while their dress is already as high as soffees shorts. Honestly, it scars me to have seen straight up your skirt, please never do that again. Shaky because I was a little out-of-balance when exiting the car and tripped into a small ditch. Lastly, it was rather bizarre because my friend Kelly cannot swallow gum so she gave it to one of our friends (I thought she would throw it away or something) and instead our friend swallowed it for her. The strangest thing I've ever seen attempted at a dinner table. And my mom is quite a scientist (she mixes coffee yogurt and spaghetti and views it as normal) at the dinner table, so that means a lot. 

While the dance was hectic and dinner was bursting with energy and anticipation, the sleepover was one of the best ever. It contained such a random set of girls that somehow worked out the sleeping arrangements as perfectly as 9 girls can without communicating. I woke up with my head stuck in an ottoman, and two girls were on the sectional above me, two girls I would never have envisioned sleeping in the same room. Altogether, it was such a bonding and humbling experience to see how we may be so different but congregate on such occasions and become good friends when we've seen each other in the halls everyday for half of a year now. 

Girls are like cds. We accumulate photos, memories and files, but to access all that, you have to take us out of the case first. We don't step out from behind our shields on our own, something has to bring us together. That is exactly how this last weekend was: a dance that wasn't even that merry and wonderful merged us together in one evening more than anything else has in six months. Winterfest took us all out of our cd cases.