Monday, March 15, 2010
I had always thought that prom would be a big fat hairy deal. I liked to believe that my life was a John Hughes movie in which I was the witty, but misunderstood high school girl. I just knew that going to prom would clue all the popular folks in on how totally friggin' cool I was.
I was asked to the prom all 3 years of my high school career, but only actually went my senior year. Sophmore year a senior asked me, but he wasn't really my type so I said no. Junior year my date dumped me a week before the dance. In retrospect I can hardly blame him since I kept calling him by the name of another boy I was also dating at the time.
Prom turned out to be a bust. My date wasn't into dancing, but didn't want me to dance with anyone else. Turns out he was a bit possesive. In fact, he didn't even want to sit next to another guy. This was problematic because my dress, like every other girl at the table's dress, was covered in sequence and we kept getting tangled together.
We didn't dance, we didn't go to any of the after parties, I wasn't elected prom queen. (Truth be told, I don't think that we had a prom queen).
Prom cane and went and my life was pretty much unchanged.
I glad I went, but i'm also glad that it's over. I'm glad that high school in general is over. I'm also glad that high school WASN'T the best time of my life. I'm glad that the best was yet to come!
Posted by Krista at 7:50 AM