I wish I had memories of Prom. But to have memories of Prom, you have to have had a Prom, right? No, I’m not really from the dark ages, nor from the dinosaur times (as Princess Nagger teased me once…and only once). I just happen to have gone to a very small private school that didn’t believe in holding dances of any kind. You know, because dancing was sinful.
Obviously as I’ve gotten older I’ve gotten rebellious, because I love to dance. Dancing is fun! To hell with it being sinful.
At least the school did allow for a Homecoming Banquet for the Juniors and Seniors, so we did get to enjoy some sort of gathering, albeit a non-sinful one. With no dancing.
I was even Homecoming Princess my Junior year (which came as a huge surprise to me since I was (and am) painfully shy.) But what an honor. And since my older sister had been the Homecoming Princess the year before during her Junior year, it was kind of cool that it was passed down to me the next year. (Juniors were Prince and Princess, Seniors were King and Queen. In case you were wondering.)
I was going to dig up the scary flash back pictures from the homecoming event with the pale blue gown I had gotten special for the occasion, but the year books and photo albums are buried in the attic eaves behind stacks of boxes. So you’ll have to take a rain check on those and I’ll post them when I dig them out. Eventually.
Because the school was so small, the guys were scared to ask the girls out because they didn’t want to be tagged as boyfriend and girlfriend just because of one date. Or going to Homecoming together. So the girls always went in a group, as did the guys, but the same group of girls and guys always hung out together. To keep it simple. Which didn’t bother me too much, my parents didn’t allow us girls to date at all until we turned 16, and since I didn’t turn 16 until halfway through my Junior year, it was a moot point.
Maybe I missed out not going to a school that actually had a Prom. Or maybe I didn’t. What I do know is I am really looking forward to living vicariously through Princess Nagger when she grows up and goes to Prom. I wonder if I can find a Prom dress with a chastity belt?
Did you go to your Prom? Do you even remember it?
This Sinfully Fun Spin Cycle was brought to you in part by Jen, who was probably a knockout at her Prom and happens to be Sprite’s Keeper. Head on over and check out the other spinners – see what Prom memories (and hopefully pictures) they have. You’ll be glad you did.