During my first year (Year 9) of high school in Down Under, every Friday afternoon we had activities instead of school.
During the first semester, we went bowling. I cannot recall what we did during the second semester. And during the third semester, we did ballroom dancing.
I attended a Catholic girls’ high school. There was a Catholic boys’ high school (De La Salle College,
My school provided free buses for the more than hundred girls in my year to go to De La Salle College Hall and we practiced ballroom dancing with the boys. There was a teacher/instructor instructing us on every step to the accompaniment of music blaring across the hall including songs like Beat It and Billie Jean from the King of Pop.
The hall was insufficient to accomodate us if we were to stand in a circle and therefore we had to stand in the shape of a horse shoe.
During those times, the Aussie girls would look forward to meeting their boyfriends or hoping to find one while we mixed around with the boys. I never had the thought of finding one.
I remember distinctly the tallest boy, an Australian Born Chinese (ABC) who did not give face to me, not that I cared that much. Sometimes he would not want to dance with me, maybe simply because I was the shortest girl.
Towards the end of the year during one of the practices or after practice, one of the Italian boys asked me whether I could be his partner for the graduation ball. I did not hear clearly what he said and therefore I did not answer him back.
On the way home while walking from the hall to the train station, one of my Aussie classmates asked me why I did not agree to be that boy’s partner. I told her I did not even know what he was talking about. She said the boy must be feeling very sad.
Subsequently after that, the boy did not ask me anymore. I must have broken his heart. Poor guy.
At the graduation ball, I did not end up being his partner. And I cannot remember who was my partner. But I still had a great time.
Hmmm such good memories to relive.
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