If any of you know me, you know I hate socializing, so it may surprise you to hear that on Friday the 18th, I attended an Eastern University SAB event--roller-skating.

What? Shocking, right? I don't socialize, and I certainly don't roller-skate, so why would I attend this? Simple--it sounded fun. I'd never been roller-skating with my friends, and the only time I'd done this was at a birthday party before I hit middle school, so basically it was new for me. Oh hey, look it's a picture of me wearing these clunky-ass skates.

When my friends and I arrived at the gym where the event was held, we were pretty much the only ones there, so we got on the rink before a plethora of people showed up. We grabbed our skates and sat down in the chairs surrounding the rink to put them on. At first, it was incredibly difficult to stand, as my feet kept sliding out from under me. My friends were really good at skating, at least some of them were, and even the ones who weren't tried to help me. The first time I got out into the rink where I couldn't hold onto anything, frightened me. You might think that since I dance, I should be great at balancing, but you're very wrong. For a majority of the time I held my friends' hands and flailed my arms about, nearly hitting people in the face multiple times, but as the night wore on, I became more accustomed to skating--I even went around the rink a few times by myself!

After skating for roughly 45 minutes, the end of our skating session approached, I was exhausted, tense, and immensely sweaty, and had only fallen once when my friend pulled me down with her while putting on her skates. I was in the clear. On the last few laps around the rink, I don't even know what happened. Everything blurred, I probably yelled, and I was somehow really unsteady and grabbed onto my friend for support in hopes I'd be saved, but it didn't work; I ended up pulling us both down onto the floor. All I really remember was laughing and one my friends grabbing my arm while some random guy grabbed my other arm and helped me up, but I fell again in the midst of attempting to stand. The second time wasn't as bad, and I made it to my feet, still hysterically laughing. So after that happened, I didn't really skate anymore. Rather than continue to be unsteady on my feet, my friends and I turned to another activity I knew I was good at--Twister.

If you've never played Twister, you haven't lived, and if you don't know what it is, Google it. Most people, or at least most of the people I know, don't like it. Apparently, it isn't fun when you're the only flexible one in your friend group, and everyone gets mad at you because they know you'll win. I think it's great, but you know. Anyway, I played two games that night, one with my roommate (who I easily defeated), and the other with our friend who'd never played before. That game went on for longer than I expected, but it was quite fun, and we simultaneously lost when she couldn't hold her balance anymore and slipped, knocking me to the ground with her.

By the time we'd finished that game, a small group of people had surrounded us and intently watched, claiming their spot for the next game. While my friends and I took a break, we walked over to the snack table where bowls of pretzels and animal crackers were available along with Little Hug Fruit Barrels, Capri Suns, and Fruit Roll-Ups "Tongue Tattoos." After snacking for a bit we went back to the Twister mat as a game was finishing, and I designated myself as "Spinner" (though I really just made stuff up) while my four other friends played a round of Twister. Soon after that, we were all tired, and there were too many people, so we went back to our dorm and relaxed.

Overall, I'm glad I went. It was painful, sweaty, and tiring, but getting to eat Fruit Roll-Ups and play Twister was definitely worth the soreness; however, now that that's over, I'm going to be done with socializing for a while.