I Came to Dance~

Have you ever lost your sense of surrounding?  You know, you are engrossed in whatever it is you are doing and somehow you forget proper etiquette for your location?

Case in point; I was in class this morning “cleaning” or rather, moving piles around on my desk. (I do this often.  It gives the illusion that you are “organizing”.) I managed to steal three minutes to myself because the kids worked feverishly on making Valentine Card holders. Making these holders is always a BIG hit.  Boys and girls alike want to make these important card holders.  It isn't because they want to receive the friendship wishes on cards from their peers.  Nope.  They want the candy that is usually stuffed into the envelope making it nearly impossible to seal or that has been taped with yards of Scotch ™ tape on the exterior of the envelope. Pure gold when you are five.

I will never know why, but I started singing that song that goes “I came to dance-dance-dance. I hit the floor ‘cause that’s my plans-plans-plans-plans.” (I now know it is the song Dynamite by Taio Cruz. – Thank you Google.)

I thought I was singing it in my head, thus the reference in the opening paragraph to wondering if you have ever lost your sense of where you are.  Apparently, I was singing out loud. In an instant the classroom could have been mistaken for a trendy club on a Friday night.  No fewer than twelve students burst into song with me.  It caught me by surprise so much so that it was one of those moments when you throw aside all sense of appropriateness.  We were crooning, creating and cleaning. “Cause we gonna rock this club. We gonna go all night.  We gonna light it up like its dynamite.” I am sure the school board would be so pleased with the song selection for this music integration opportunity.

Yet another reason why I am grooving’ on my class this year.  We apparently have the same taste in music.  Or so I thought until one student asked me if I also knew the words to a song that Lady Gaga sings. 

Suddenly wondering if I give off the air of being a Lady Gaga fan my singing came to a screeching halt.

That was the end of the impromptu concert.