How “The Whip/Nae Nae” Saved Me from Myself

There is this song/dance among High-Schoolers these days. Pretty much among every “schooler,” actually…I’ve seen 4yr olds perfectly bop and break their legs on beat.

So there is this song/dance among the youngsters…it’s called “Watch Me” by someone called Silentó.

I’m sure you’ve heard of this. If you know anyone under the age of 18, I’m just sure of it.

If for some reason you haven’t, welcome to late 2015. Watch below to be officially in the know.

Look at you. You are so cool now.

But what does this have to do with me? How on earth did this song/dance “save me from myself” as the title suggests?

Keep in mind I am a High School teacher.

Flashback to two weeks ago. Back in October, when things were excessively out.of.hand. (Read previous post to understand)

Two weeks ago, in the thick of things, we had a Pep Rally at school. Do you see where this is going yet?

At said Pep Rally, I had Cheerleaders performing. Cheerleaders performing = Snappy/Stressball Mel. This stress was piled on top of all of the stress and pressure I already had resting on my shoulders from October being October.

I was in a hole people!

A deep dark hole.

That is until the Pep Rally emcee called for all teachers to come to out on the court to see who could do the best Whip/Nae Nae. At first of course, there was the complete refusal, shock, and mock embarrassment. My cheerleaders actually dragged me out there “against my will.”

But who was I kidding? I love to dance.

In front of the entire student body though?

Don’t think. Just do.

Remember, I was in a hole. Remember, I think I actually had physical tension in my shoulders. Remember, I had already been close to crying multiple times that day. Of frustration, of stress, of exhaustion, and just plain because.

So the music started playing. And the other teachers around me weren’t sure of what to do. So I closed my eyes, recalled all of the late night “teach me how to Whip/Nae Nae so I can be cool” kitchen dance sessions with my younger brother and sister…

and I just


(Can you find me?)



I swear I didn’t look up the entire time. Or maybe even open my eyes. I may have even kind of blacked out.

All I know is that it had been the month of all months and I was physically in a hole. (I’ve mentioned that a couple of times now) And that as I danced, I felt the lightest I had felt in a really, really long time.

All I know is that somehow, the Whip/Nae Nae saved me from myself and I am totally ok with that.

From that point on there was a light at the end of the tunnel. Thank you Jesus.

Dance it out people. From wherever you are, whatever hole your in, grab someone who will dance with you, and just until you can’t feel it anymore. This is my best recommendation. You can totally do this. Whatever this is for you.

I’ll teach you how to Whip/Nae Nae if you need me to.

And in the words of Amy Poehler “There is power of looking silly and not caring that you do.”

Let me know about your life. Want to have a dance party? I can Hit the Quan too. Thanks Cain and Anna Wallace. Love you both.



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