By: Dean D.
Every trimester, the adults make our lives more horrible, by making cups of chips, throwing together some candy, hiring a DJ, and rearranging the Smith Gym. What fun. Of course, our adolescent brains turn this into a total storm of gossip. If you are seen within three feet of someone from the other gender, the chance of you hearing the end of it is as much as the chance of a gopher ruling the world with an army of stormtroopers and star destroyers. Continue reading Middle School Dances=Tribal Warfare?