Story by Katie Faith Leonard '18
Look friends, if you didn't go to Winfo, we get it. Dances are exhausting and sometimes you just aren't up for it. Maybe you ate Starbursts and Goldfish for dinner with your friends, or maybe you chilled with your dog and ordered take out. On the other hand, maybe you went to Winfo and danced your heart out against your, and some of your teachers’, better judgement! No matter what, I hope that you did what made you happy. Whatever you chose to do, we hope you laughed and sent as many ugly snapchats as we did...
Winfo T - 2 weeks:
This is typically the time when girls start sharing pictures in the class lounges of their favorite dresses that they are debating about getting for the upcoming dance, yet all my three friends and I could seem to do was pass around a bag of fruit snacks and complain about how we would do everything in our power to not go to Winfo. Don’t get me wrong, there is nothing we love more than getting ready while listening to the hits of the early 2000s, before eating way too much food and going to an event where there is a solid 70/30 chance you can catch us by the drinks table complaining about the heat and sweat that the NCS/STA students create (How bout dah). We adore that stuff! Alas, 2017 hit us like a freight train between the presidential inauguration and one too many L’s taken on tests, and we found ourselves dragging our heels about making any semblance of a plan for the winter dance.
Winfo T - 1 week:
The four of us have been blessed by the gods of exquisite cuisine and are currently sitting in the middle schooler’s area of the cafeteria, enjoying a hearty meal of chicken and...you guessed it...rice. Throughout our discussion we have realized that either a) the person we would’ve asked as our date has already been asked or b) we would rather save the stress of making a sign and figuring out how to bake some cookies without setting the house on fire until NCS Prom.
Winfo T - 24 hours:
The following conversation ensues via text…
Mady Jones: “Are you guys going to winfo?”
Isabel Stone: “Not really feeling it anymore.”
Me: “I’m pretty sure Isabel and Mabry were too lazy to buy tickets.”
Mabry Griffin: “Lol, you are correct on that one.”
Winfo T - 3 hours:
Yet another conversation ensues via text…
Mady Jones: “Movie night?”
Mabry Griffin: “Just got home. Throwing on some sweats and coming over. I am gonna pick up snacks. I’ll get some stuff that’ll likely cause a heart attack from the nearest 7/11.”
Mady Jones: “We have some leftover Pad Thai.”
Me: “I’ll be going by Starbucks do you guys want that too?”
Mabry Griffin: “THE MOST EMBARRASSING THING JUST HAPPENED. I’ll tell you when I get there.”
(The people participating in this conversation have presumed that Isabel Stone will show up unannounced due to her uncanny ability to never respond to any group chat. Ever. In the history of all group chats.)
Winfo T - 1.5 hours:
I arrive at Mady’s house to get a “pump-up” talk from her mom. She begins preaching to the four of us trolls as Mady is body-shaming her dog, I am sniffing hot chocolate, Mabry is pulling bag after bag of Goldfish out of her purse, and Isabel is trying to grab the TV remote that is halfway across the room while still remaining on the couch. Ms. Jones says, “Here’s the deal, you guys are gonna put on some dresses and go for 10 minutes. It’s high school you will never get this opportunity again!” We halfheartedly agree, but cease to move a muscle as we stare at Jennifer Lawrence practically attack Bradley Cooper as she springs out of the bushes in “Silver Linings Playbook”. They seem to have some great on screen chemistry. As the STA boys would say, “must be nice”. Ms. Jones tries to get us to go to the dance one last time, but is greeted with the philosophical musings of Isabel as she whispers, “I wonder if they would let us in if we went to Winfo in sweats.”
The night commenced with finding out that Mabry had a cringe-worthy encounter with her old preschool teacher, a fight breaking out about whether or not Lord Farquaad was in the “Hallelujah” scene in “Shrek”, and one of us commenting every five minutes that people needed to post more pictures of their dresses because we were getting bored. While I wouldn’t have wanted to spend last night any other way, I think we will probably end up going to Prom when the end of the semester rolls around. You are free to place bets on the likelihood of that at your own discretion.