There was one of these at this troper's school last night, and the DJ wore an argyle sweater. No joke.

You mean like this? So what?

Some of this troper's high school memories come from school dances: getting grinded on by two girls at once, coming across an Xbox with ''Halo 2'' at one of the less formal dances, and slow-dancing with a girl he liked (the specialness of which was negated a few months later due to a grave error on his part). However, it at one of them--his senior prom specifically--that he had one of his biggest regrets: lamenting over not having a date for prom instead of shutting up and trying to have fun anyway.

This troper is doing her very best to avoid going to any of these. Nobody quite understands why I think they all sound terrible.

Amen to that. This troper only went to one HS dance, and that was just to get everybody off his back.

Same here. I only went to one in 8th grade because it was either that or study hall. I didn't even go to prom because of how much dances suck (and because I didn't want to rent a tux, mostly because I have no money).

This troper is with you -- this troper also avoided going to any dances in high school. Suffice it to say, when one was advertised with "YOU pick the music!", this troper and his friend both turned to each other and said "But that's a BAD thing!" at about the same time.

Oh God, we should be friends. I know absolutely no one who doesn't want to go to the customary graduation formal at the end of next year, an event which I have been dreading ever since I heard of its existence (about 5 years ago). I really don't want to think about myself in a dress. Or makeup. Or high heels. *Shudders*

This Trooper hates the idea of paying cash to listen to bad music for a couple hours and hasn't been to a single dance yet. Cue my Senior year Prom is in a week and all my friends keep bugging me on my plans to sit at home and play Video games all night.

After a couple of school dances (one in middle school, one in high school), I feel the same way. Especially when I slow-danced with a total stranger.

This Troper is completely in this club. There have been dances since seventh grade, so I've passed up about 8 chances to make an idiot of myself and/or stand around awkwardly and/or be forced into a mosh pit. My friends have warned me that they will pretty much literally drag me to homecoming senior year. (Something about "quintessential high school experience" or some crap.) I have warned them that I will literally go kicking and screaming.

This troper went to the equivalent of this for his country (we only have one event, at the end of the last year of high school) and regretted it. He skipped the fancy dinner, and only went to the after-party, where he got drunk with large amounts of vodka and made an ass of himself.

My school is pretty dumb; there's only one held a year aside from prom, and it's only available to members of either the music or drama departments. I take drama as a class, so I can still go, but it's pretty silly.

Hardly. The only dance at my school is the graduation formal at the end of year 12. Not that I'm complaining, I'm dreading that night.

Really this is "Middle School Dance", but it seems like every single one of the dances, someone set off a stinkbomb. There's also the whole fact that you can barely call it a dance, with the amount of people doing everything... EXCEPT DANCING!

This troper has been to only 4 dances. Two were uneventful, another was his first time grinding (with two girls, one being an old friend and another becoming one of his friends a few months later), and the last was his first time with a date (specifically, his girlfriend, who hates dancing but still slow-danced with him).

This troper doesn't go to dances. The three times I did, I didn't dance very much. I can't dance.

This troper, when he does go to such dances, always stands in the corner and grumbles about how loud the music is and his lack of foresight about coming to the dances in the first place.

I went to maybe two during my four years of high school. Hated it both times. The music was WAY too loud for my liking (I didn't like the selection either) and I can't dance my way out of a wet paper bag. Transportation was also a problem back then. College... same story. Probably explains why I made Dean's list for all but one semester, I never went to parties.

This troper was very disappointed to find that school dance is code for standing around a badly decorated, poorly lit gym for three hours. She went only out of boredom and the opportunity to sit around gossiping with her friends. It really wasn't at all what it was cracked up to be. Also, note to the male Tropers reading this: please brush your teeth before inviting a girl to slow dance, or at least turn your head the other way if the smell from your pie hole could kill a small village. Thanks.

Unfortunately for this Troper, his school dances/formals/proms/etc are all compulsory. Of the three, the first was a complete waste of time, as he can't and doesn't want to dance. He spent the entire time in a corner. The second was mildly more funnier, as he and his friends dressed up as French maids, shocking the school's conservative staff with the mass of chest/leg hair. The last was just as boring as the first, featuring the same crappy choice in music; populist choice doesn't mean 100% approval.

I only ever went to two school dances, one was when I was about 10, so it doesnt count, and one was the prom. I didnt expect to like it, but I really enjoyed myself, and somehow was picked for Prom Queen, despite thinking that id never get it cause im not popular.

Technically, for this troper, it was in middle school this took place. Besides one small 1950's themed sock hop in fourth grade, this was the second school dance this troper had ever been to. There was a little nerdy boy named Cullen (No, his last name wasn't Edward.) in her social studies, math, and English class, and her pal Ellen decided to hook us up together for the first slow-song that played. Afterward, a lot of other girls were stalking me down in the halls to ask if we were dating. We weren't, but I started hanging out with him and became the only female member of his group of nerds, and we're still close friends to this day.

This Troper goes to dances regularly but doesn't actually do any dancing at them. She's mostly the door person, which probably ten times more fun than the dance itself anyway. After, she just hangs with the student DJs and watches the antics of drunk teenagers.

This troper's "High School Night" experience may vary from yours: for one thing, it was the best fun she'd ever had. Seriously. The teachers, even the "terror teacher" joined in, everyone got into the dance, and it was more like a concert, or casual party, than a school event. Except everyone was wearing formal clothes. But it was a freakin' BLAST.

This troper would have ''really'' enjoyed her prom, if not for the shitty DJ and music voted upon by the stupid wigger majority population of my highschool. Letters from the other social groups in school were written to the school council, requesting a variety of music, all of which were promptly ignored. I must say, it's not easy to slow dance to constant torrents of gangsta rap; not helping this at all was the amateur DJ only playing ''30 seconds'', at most, of each song, before awkardly transitioning to another. The only relief from the shitstorm of horrible "music" was oddly enough, Jessie's Girl, and the techno song I believe is called Sandstorm. Oh, and you should have seen how the entire room came grinding to a stupefied halt when their precious rap beats faded into a new wave love song. My friends and our dates spent most of the prom out in the hallway, enjoying the massive chocolate fountain and all the lovely things provided to stick in it. We even made s'mores! (And on a more, slightly narccissitic note, I looked ''fabulous'' in my long, flowing, old Hollywood-style dress and matching Veronica Lake hairdo among the sea of tacky neon satin, rhinestones, and tulle.)

This troper never went to high school dances, at first, it was because he was to shy. After a 180 degree personality change, he still didn't want to go because there was no alcohol, a dress code and no couches to dance on while being half-naked.

This Troper was the "black sheep" of his family. No one in my family had EVER been to a formal dance in school. (Family of nerds, I do love them, though!), but was dared by some friends to ask a girl we knew to the Homecoming dance my Junior year. In a rare moment of balls, I took them up on the dare, went and had a good time. I eventually went to Prom, even!

This troper is a total nerd, and so going to dances is kind of limited: she skipped Homecoming two years in a row, skipped Junior prom, and had absolutely no fun at the Halloween dances. Then she went to her first Homecoming and ground for the first time (wearing her first sexy dress helped), and then went to her next Homecoming with a guy she liked (and had a ConvenientSlowDance, even).

Every time there was a dance, I always got all excited, but then, once I got there, I ''always'' ended up comforting a sobbing friend about halfway through. And it was always about something stupid! Like, "OMG, that guy over there? I don't know his name and have never spoken to him in my life but I'm in ''love'' with him and how dare he dance with his girlfriend of five years ''right in front of me!''" This went on for five years (middle school included) until finally I decided I'd had enough drama and hung out with my ''male'' friends, who preferred attempting "hardcore slow dancing" (really, don't ask) to sobbing uncontrollably. So I ended up playing NerdNanny most of the time, but at least I was actually having fun and not pretending to be sympathetic to this month's sob story. BittersweetEnding, I guess.

This Troper (Enkufka) has always skipped his highschool prom, first to fire rockets in DC, then after graduating it wasn't his prom anymore. But it was his girlfriend's. We went to Anime Central instead, and loved every minute. To hear her explain it, we could either have gone to a dance with people we don't like/know in uncomfortable ugly outfits listening to shitty "music" for hours at a time being bored out of our minds, or gone to a 3 day party with like minded people we would gladly get to know, playing games, dancing, having a great time in clothes we made ourselves(If I had remembered to make my Zack outfit), and getting to know each other better. I think we took the better route.

This troper went to every one of his high school dances. He was even elected to homecoming court by his class (as a joke, really). He always had a date but it was always just a friend, except once and that one ended in disaster.

This troper only went to her prom. She ended up getting grinded on by a fratboy douche in training.

This Troper hated her prom. She was not asked to it by any boys and only went because she sold enough cookie dough to win a free ticket. Also her parents wouldn't pay for her share of the limo and on prom night ended up being 2 hours late, driven by her parents to some place in ft worth in a dress her mother bought her at Ross. She remembers breaking down at one point because the guy who she had a major crush on at the beginning of the year was making out with a girl who knew I liked him and had basically been a total B**th to both me and my friends, was dumb as a brick despite being in all AP Classes, could make my theatre teacher (who was like a surrgoate father to this troper) forget all about the thing he was talking to me about and to this day despite us going to different colleges still manages to make this troper feel like crap. However This Troper has a good friend who cares a lot about her and basically sat outside the dance room talking about guys with her and their best gay friend. We then made it to the AfterProm dressed like charaters from Alice in Wonderland (This troper was a gothic Red Queen) and stayed up all night :D

This troper has so far attended three dances in this year of high school. The first one was a carnival/dance, and it was a disaster. You had to pay for food you wanted to eat (except for cotton candy), I couldn't find my awesome friend, there was nothing to really do, and I ended up in tears over something my rival did at the party. The second party, homecoming, was actually awesome. Since the dress code was relaxed, I was able to come in jeans and a T-shirt. My friends and I got our pictures taken (with me trying to act like Donquixote Doflamingo from One Piece since the photographer had prop masks and feather boas), ate awesome food, and played casino games (since our homecoming dance was Vegas-themed). I also RP'd with a friend who didn't go to homecoming via text message. All in all, I had a good time. The third dance, a rave dance, oh boy. It started with me losing my dance ticket a couple of days before. The student body managed to get me into the party free of charge due to this, but, {{It Got Worse}} when I was forced to wait in line to enter for a half hour. Then, an hour into the dance, my friend and I were just hanging out, eating snacks and playing {{Guitar Hero}}, when somebody who used to bully this troper in middle school came up to me and brought up a really humilating incident from middle school involving getting my ass kicked at {{Dance Dance Revolution}}. This Troper was so upset, she left early, had a nightmare about the dance, and woke up in the middle of the night a few hours afterward.

This troper had a pretty memorable prom for junior year. Due to some pretty freaky scehduling at the Rosemont convention center, the school prom and the Saturday night of Anime Central fell on the same day, with the prom kids arriving at about the same time as the con was closing up the main exhibition rooms for the day. Cue close to a thousand students sizing up and getting sized up by the anime con goers as and a lot of complaining on both sides about the 'freaks' and 'damn highschoolers'. There was some mutual fraterinizing on both ends, since quite a few of the prom goers were also there for ACEN and others got interested after bumping into the pasties-on-nipples clad cosplayers.

This Troper's school only has one prom for the year 11's as they finish compulsory schooling. I loved my prom, it was brilliant. Teachers got drunk, it was Oscar awards themed, I was actually happy with my choice of dress. The reason why it kinda sucked? It was on the 25 June, 2009. Yeah, the night '''Michael Jackson died.'''