So I was listening to
the latest episode of This American Life, and the topic this week was that annual rite of passage for every non-home schooled kid in America, the prom. And it occurred to me, I do not believe I have ever burdened you people with the story of MY prom. We haven't covered this, right?
Its a rite of passage for everyone, and I don't just mean those who attended. Not going to prom is part of that process as well, whether it was your statement about your priorities or your inability to land a date. We aren't judging.
My high school only had a Senior Prom at the time I attended the school, no Junior Prom. While I was a cynical little monster, this was counterbalanced by a mom who had just really enjoyed the living hell out of her high school experience in a way that I found utterly baffling. Many nights did I sit through a battery of questions about
why I wasn't jazzed about pep rallies, couldn't identify the homecoming queen, and had no idea if there was sock-hop going on that Friday. And weren't there kids at a soda fountain somewhere dancing to records? She'd gone to high school and that's what they did, I was told.
I did not want to tell my parents that my peers were waiting for someone's parents to go out of town so they could throw parties and drink their parents booze, and that it wasn't a huge shock that, yes, we all knew exactly who used drugs at the school, and that was way, way more common than "cruising the drag" (not that we had a drag...).