Nope. No dance either, because the Principal, Vice Principal, and Head-of-School at my school are all complete weenies and think that boy/girl interaction is "totally inappropriate", which is, in reality, total blither.
And besides, I'm 12 years old and THE most ineligible potential date for pretty much every guy in my grade. Except for maybe Dyer and Knautz, two nerds who like to feel like they're stalking me during passing period. Whatever. To be a potential Valentine's date for a desirable guy at my school, you must have long, curly eyelashes, wear excessive amounts of light-pink, shiny lip stuff that makes you look like Paris Hilton gone wrong, and you MUST have paid at least $400 for your winter coat. That's more blither for you.
In conclusion, I have no date. Wooee.