Sunset Homecoming: Unabashedly Underwhelming
By Cole Taylor and Riley Mitlehner
Just under two weeks ago, Sunset students were finally able to enjoy the event they’ve been looking forward to since school started. No, it wasn’t IB registration or even the start of flu season, although I understand your enthusiasm. Homecoming had arrived!
The Sunset administration clearly learned from the homecoming fiasco last year, where it took an hour and a half to check everybody’s tickets. Instead of putting everyone in the same line (confusing), they made a separate line in an unmarked doorway on the other side of the building (efficient!). Despite not having any signs that the side entrance was for guests only, students were turned away and sent to the back of the line when they tried to enter without a guest. Thanks to Sunset’s new system, students were able to get into homecoming even later than last year!
The energy on the dance floor was electric in the same way a lightning strike victim is electric — stiff and unmoving. When I stepped out onto the dance floor, I found a sea of Sunset students standing in place, gently breathing to the beat of the music. I could only assume that the people on the inside of the circle were so densely packed they were unable to leave; what other earthly reason could prompt a voluntary stay in a mosh pit without dancing?
But perhaps the students weren’t entirely to blame. Instead of continuing the sacred tradition of playing 2000’s club hits, the DJ put on some techno beats of questionable quality. For the sake of neutral reporting I won’t say anything specifically negative about the music. I’ll opt for some positivity instead and simply state that strangling a Speak-and-Spell would likely produce more melodic results.
In my personal opinion, the theme “Mamma Mia” should have been elaborated on. There was no way I could have known they were referring to the 2008 film by the same name and not the iconic catchphrase of a certain beloved video game character. To the many people who made fun of me for dressing up as Mario, your comments were hurtful but not entirely undeserved.
The highlight of the dance was unquestionably the inflatable slide set up in the gym. After seeing the beacon of PVC and nylon, I promptly ignored my date for the rest of the evening in favor of gliding down its angelic walls. When asked about the quality of the dance, my date asked, “Did you seriously pay $20 for this?” I consider this a glowing review, especially compared to what my guest last year said.
For those who didn’t go to the dance, I wouldn’t feel too bad. As always, the best of homecoming was when everyone left early to get Chipotle with their friends. Next year, I would suggest skipping straight to the food and saving yourself $20: but we all know that’s not happening.
