Winter Formal sophomore year. I was getting my groove on and my pants split all the way down. And then Mr. Sorenson most gladly traded pants with me. He was like, “You know, you need to enjoy yourself, it’s your dance.” So I wore Mr. Sorenson’s pants for about an hour and a half and he wore my ripped pants with duct tape and he thought he was really cool. We’ve been friends ever since.

— John Tanner, senior