Well, great. Thanks a lot everybody for NOT showing up at the Black Swan Dance.

There I was alone, at the door, ready with my dowsing rod to search all your little backpacks, and the chairs set up all around the hall, and even figured out how to connect my phone to the sound system and not one of you could take time out of your busy teenage lives to think about coming to the dance?

Do you think it's my JOB as Student Activities Director to just create events for you not to come to?

Fine. That just means you ALL missed the big surprise guest of the evening... THE BLACK SWAN itself!

I set the ritual up in the middle of the dance floor. I've done it MANY TIMES believe you me so I didn't need any of you there. The circles were made and the candles were lit and I turned on the ritual conjuring music.

That's right -- Rhiannon, by Fleetwood Mac.

And I was wearing all my best Stevie Nicks lace and chiffon, and performed the ritual poses, and the Black Swan took shape. Its long black neck, its giant wings, its big red beak.

And under the mirror ball, we danced.

She rules her life like a bird in flight and
Who will be her lover?

HONK! HONK! HONK!

The Black Swan likes to sing along.

I didn't pick up anything afterwards and just went home. Let @Janitor Pete clean it up.

A. Hazeletine
Student Activities Coordinator