Reminisce About Your Prom

The closest thing we had to a "prom" was a grad. Which was wretched. It was a big get-together at a hotel function room for students, parents, and teachers alike. Basically, paying $45 a head for the pleasure of dressing up and sitting in a room all night with your parents and a bunch of fellow students you can't stand during normal school hours and certainly have no interest in seeing on your own time. I'd decided not to waste my time going, but my mother, for reasons I don't understand, had her heart set on it and basically said "WE'RE GOING AND THAT'S THAT." Fine. Then she could buy the over-priced tickets herself. Let HER waste her money on it if it's that important to her.

Grad night, I spent more of the night trying to stay away from everyone and hanging out with two friends instead, one of whom was from out of town and had been invited along. My best memory of the night is the three of us sneaking over to a piano that had been left in the hallway outside the function room and making a scene singing "Happy Phantom" at the top of our lungs. Otherwise? Blech. Lousy dinner, dragged-out ceremonies, soppy photo slideshows trying to convince us of how great the school was and how we should all be absolutely torn up about graduating, crappy music, etc. PRECIOUS MEMORIES indeed. :P Maybe my mom got her money's worth. Me, I would have had a better time staying home and watching a movie or something.

At least my dad seemed to be on my side. During the father-daughter dance, we spent the whole thing joking under our breath about how bad the music was.

Jam it back in, in the dark.