On another note, tonight is PROM NIGHT for my future high school. In my imagination, prom is a beautiful thing. All of my prom-ish fantasies are the same - I float down my spiral staircase, wearing a long, gauzy dress or a short, sleek one, my hair coifed in a perfect up-do. Sparkly jewels dot my ears and neck, and my makeup is ever so elegant. At the bottom of the stairs, my parents wait for me, my mom pointing her digital camera, my dad with a tear in his eye, and my grandma of course, "oohing!" and "ahhing!" But most importantly, my date... He's dressed in a sharp tux, his hair slicked perfectly in place, and his smile wide. We pose for a few pictures and then head off to he prom in a limo, his hand in mine as we stop to pick up our closest friends. It's the perfect evening.
In real life, real proms probably aren't as glamourous or surreal. I'm sure they're nice, but nothing's perfect.