The very first thing I heard upon arriving at Youth Conference was a dirty joke.
Somewhere behind me in the long line of kids walking from the buses to the registration tables a boy's voice said "Why did the condom fly across the room? -- because it was pissed-off!" Not very funny, really, but it made me smile to myself. It seemed like a good omen for how the conference would go -- hopefully not one hundred percent goodie-goodie. Not that I objected to religious education in principle -- heaven knows I had a lot of work ahead of me if I wanted to make it to the Celestial Kingdom one day. It was just that for this event the prospect of spiritual growth was hardly my real reason for attending.
I was sure most of the other kids felt the same way. We came for the fun of spending the weekend in a college dormitory with five stakes worth of Mormon kids -- practically all of the Mormon teenagers in all of Minnesota. read the rest ->
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I found the descriptions of the dance (particularily standing on the sidelines and in groups) very familiar. I also remembered the heavy focus on appearance, clothes, hairstyles - namely to attract that all important (mormon) boyfriend.
I bet that even still, if I were to attend my old stake and a youth dance, the model would not be very different from what you or I experienced.
Thanks Aerin!!!
I mean this to be a description of what it was like back in the old days, but you're right that it's probably still like this...
I haven't read the whole thing yet, but I feel like I am 16 again and on the dance floor. You captured what it was like to be a girl at a dance so well it brought back long lost memories. I may shove the loner, reject ones back where they came from, but I am smiling remembering dancing with my large group of girl friends in the middle of the dance floor. :)
Thanks Lemon Blossom!!!
The joke made me laugh. I even told it to my husband later. :)
Hey Freckle Face Girl!!!
LOL -- you know that really is a joke I heard at Youth Conference once. The things you remember... :^)
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