Everything about my first homecoming dance as an upperclassman was going to be perfect. My homemade dress was ready, plans of preparation and dinner for the dance with my friends was going to be a blast and, best of all, Sports Illustrated magazine was to cover our school in the celebration.
That was until a change of weather brought in some bad luck.
The volleyball team had scheduled games on the island of Kodiak the same weekend as our school homecoming. Although we begged and pleaded, the schedule was set. The only homecoming activity we could attend was the dance.
To make up for the bonfire that would be missed, our coaches bought a continuous burning log that we set upon the Kodiak beach Friday night. Swaying side to side in the cold and rain, we sang and showed our secret, hidden talents around the small blaze. Our own private homecoming bonfire fueled the excitement inside us. But our hopes were soon dimmed after waiting in the airport the following day for a flight to the dance that wouldn't come.
The first few delays weren't too hard to handle, except for a few missed hair appointments. The team soon found other ways to pass the time. There were horoscopes to read, music to listen to and the common teen-age chatting, which took place along the luggage conveyor belt.
Girls even kept occupied by doing their hair and applying make-up in anticipation that we could make it home for even the last couple hours of the dance.
Hot pizza donated by a locally owned restaurant not only satisfied our empty stomachs but gave us a chance to engage our thoughts in a different direction. Even though our chance to leave the foggy town of Kodiak was postponed until the next day, our sadness and disappointment was lessened by the realization that the night was still young.
We were determined not to let the night be ruined. Ice cream was the first priority. Then we returned to the school for a hide and go seek game of "sardines" in the dark, hidden rooms and cubbies of the large and spooky building.
Running, screaming and laughing filled a fun and sleepless night that I hope to always remember.
Through this experience, one could look back and think of our team missing homecoming weekend to go to the island of Kodiak as a total loss.
Although it might be in my heart like that now, I also want to remember it as the time our team of 25 girls bonded together as friends and made the most of a bad situation.
It is my hope, that we will look past the disappointment and see the situation as the great time it really was and we made it to be.
Shamra Bauder is a junior at Kenai Central High School.
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