Top Ten Tuesday is a weekly meme created and hosted by The Broke and the Bookish. Each week they suggest a new theme with a list for bloggers to choose from. This week’s category: Ten Reasons I Love X. It’s pretty broad, so I decided to go with the top ten reasons I love my Hogwarts house. Continue reading
Here at Morris, we are basically a bunch of nerds. We appreciate all aspects of fan culture, so it is only natural that our winter formal is the Yule Ball. It’s the biggest and best dance of the year. Quiddich Club goes all out with programming and decorations.
This year was no exception. More on that later.
Since it’s my final Yule Ball and I missed last year’s due to being in England, I wanted to make this dance one to remember. So I threw on my $6 thrift shop dress, my friend Gabi did my hair and assisted with makeup and… voila! I was ready for a long night of laugher, friends, and dancing.
(The funny thing is that no glasses and curly hair resulted in many people, including one of my roommates, not recognizing me!)
My expectations were high going into the dance and it did not disappoint! In addition to the dance floor, we could get treats (popcorn balls and butterbeer), take a break in the Room of Requirement (decorated with chairs, mirrors, and pretty lights), get a picture with Nagini (one of the Biology club snakes), take a photo at the booth, or attend the Sorting Hat Ceremony. The ceremony was a new addition this year. We were ushered into the performance hall where the Hogwarts Great Hall High Table was recreated on stage. Students were dressed up as various Hogwarts professors and they performed a skit, welcoming us to another year at school, giving speeches, quarreling, and the Sorting Hat did a rap. Then, row by row, we were brought on stage to be sorted. It was a bit of a joke. Some people got real houses, but everyone else were placed in random categories based on their clothing. I, for one, got sorted into Netflix. (Although, in reality, I’ve been a proud Hufflepuff for years.)
The thing about dancing is that I am absolutely terrible at it. The only dance I attended during high school was my senior prom and, even then, a guy I’ve known since kindergarten was so off-put by my terrible moves that, even though we hadn’t talked in years, came over and attempted to teach me how to do it properly. (It didn’t stick). Still, I faithfully attended dances in college and suffered through the large number of awkward feelings that came over me on the dance floor. This year, though, was different. Studying abroad and working at camp made me more confident in myself and less conscious of other people. So I got out there on that dance floor and flailed about to my heart’s content. I had an absolute blast.
At midnight, they did a drop of over 400 balloons. This was one of my favorite moments of the dance. My friends and I positioned ourselves directly below the net so they rained down upon us. As we batted the balloons upward, swishing confetti away from our eyes, my friend Rosa laughed and laughed and laughed. She reminded me of those videos you see on YouTube where puppies experience snow for the first time and they bound around in pure joy.
All in all, it was a fantastic final Yule Ball. I loved every moment.