The Follies of Foibled Freshmen

Ahh freshmen...and ahh odd practices of asking girls to homecoming.

The girls on my floor have become very popular as of late with the young men, and are all getting asked to homecoming in varrying and diverse manners. There's been the butter asking...well...at least half of the butter-asking method. So far all this girl has is a smashed up cube of butter...and no invite. There's been the balloon method, with the paper inside of it...there's the posters in the elevators, the ramen soup with words written upon it...yadda yadda yadda.

I think what I don't understand is the necessity of such askings. Why do you need these extravegant ways to get someone to go on a date with you? For me, it's kind of like when some girls end up with these HUGE rings that are more gaudy then attractive. I always wonder if the ring was meant as a symbol, or as a way of convincing. Even though I'm almost always sure that the convincing aspect isn't the case, I always stop to wonder.

Anyway, Freshmen award goes to complicated methods of asking people to dances.