The Valentine's Day Project Disaster

What have I gotten myself into this time? The biggest problem with success is that people always expect more from you, thought Amanda. She stared hard at the folded piece of paper sitting on the desk in front of her, hoping it would just go away. Why did I say yes? She wondered. I must have been crazy! We do a couple projects, and now they want me to do this? She cautiously poked at it again with the end of her pencil, like it was a bomb about to go off. She flicked at the crumpled edge of the paper, those terrible words hidden just out of sight but taunting her nonetheless. Finally, she could take it no more. She put down the pencil and grasped the paper with shaking hands. Why did I agree to run this thing? What do I know about this stuff, anyway? With agonizing slowness, Amanda opened up the paper to once again read those terrible words, the words that she had committed to. The thing she had promised to do. Yes, no problem, Ms Moldiva. Sure! It'll be fun! In large, bold letters at the top of the crinkled sheet of paper were the words: Wanted: Organizer for the Valentine's Day School Dance. Amanda's shuddered. It's going to be a disaster!