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Most people would say that prom is one of the most anticipated events that seniors in high school look forward to. However, I never gave much thought about going to prom mostly due to the fact that I was really shy and unconfident. Still, my friends would constantly ask whether or not I was going to attend prom. I would always tell them “I don’t know” every time, but since it was my senior year, my friends pressured me with guilt, saying that I would regret not going to our final high school dance. After constant thinking and being jealous of all the prom proposals that were happening, I decided I would try to get out of my comfort zone and go to prom.
However, the challenge for me was to ask a girl to go with me. Prom was just a month away, so most of the girls at school were already asked out. I asked around my circle of friends to see if there was a girl that had not been asked yet.
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Lunch time was when I was going to make my prom proposal. I knew that she ate lunch with her friends at the 1st floor hallways. I was getting myself mentally prepared during 3rd period physiology class. Suddenly, I get a text from Dennis saying that he found out during the last weekend, Bomi was asked by a guy from a different high school to go to his school’s prom and she accepted. At that moment, I lost all confidence and hope. Never have I thought this would happen to me after all the hard work I put into this. It was too late to change plans and find another girl to ask. I just sat there staring blankly at my table during class and wondering what I was going to do in this dilemma. It was then, my other friend, Austin, told me that even if she was going to a different school’s prom with someone, she was still going to our school’s prom with no one. I saw a tiny ray of hope, knowing that there was still a chance. After a quick gathering my thoughts, I followed Austin’s advice and continued with my plans of doing the prom
The class of 2015 had been working all year selling food at lunch and sports events and carrying out fundraisers. The first time I got an inkling that my friends would not be true friends was when we were planning the trip, we were choosing rooms for the trip and I asked my best friend, “Hey, we could room with each other on the trip!” To which she replied “Oh I’m staying with someone else and we can’t have 5 people in a 4 person room.”. When I asked where she thought I could stay she said “Well I don’t know.” I was torn, I had just been betrayed by my best friend, I had been treated like this before, but I just put up with it and somehow I had a feeling it would not be the last. Instead of being in a room with my best friend, I was assigned a room with three girls I did not know well. In the long run being in that room was one of the highlights of the trip for me.
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I plan to get A’s or, at least mostly A’s. As of right now I have an American College Testing score of 17, I need to raise that score up to at least a 20-24. I have been practicing for the ACT since last year. Somehow I always make a 17, it never goes up or down, this year i need to change that. Out of all my years of being in high school, I have never participated in anything. I never went to any school events, so as of this year that is all going to change. I need to start doing things my seniors, because if I do not, I know I will regret it. I have never been to any sporting events, because I have social anxiety when I am around too many people. This is the year to really remember and reflect back on. I need to enjoy my senior year because I only get one of them. Senior year is also the important year, at least it is to me. I have never been the one to get out of my comfort zone, my shyness can get really bad. This year I plan on joining a few clubs, going to homecoming, going to prom, and start going to sporting
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It all started the first week of grade 10. I was walking to math class and i met up with a few of my lunch crew friends. I noticed my friend Ashlea talking to Erin Berring. Erin was an attractive, smart and fashonable girl. I always had a thing for smarties. In school she had straight A's, and was also the leader of the female wrestling team. I felt a little up on myself that day for some reason. I figured there was no better time then the present to chat it up a little. The conversation went quite well, which was different from what I expected. She even asked for my number so we could continue our talk later that night. "Why would she be interested in me?," I said to myself. After all, she seemed way out of my league.
Prom, the highlight of every teen’s high school years. Prom is the most anticipated school event, yet a question has arisen about the topic, should prom be banned? Prom may be questionable, prom shouldn’t be banned because Prom is just a dance that has been the same for years, banning won’t stop anything, and is a ritual for most high school students. Why is it that the thought of banning prom is only now coming up?
High school years are supposed to be a time for fun and exciting events in every adolescent's life. There are parties, ball games, and local after school hangout joints where we can meet. All combined to making high school the most memorable years of any teenage girl?s life. However, my experience in high school took an uneventful turn in tenth grade. My carefree ways had to end and a new wave of responsibility was presented to me. I found out that I was two months pregnant. My thoughts tugged at my conscience, how was I to tell the father of my unborn child? Would my mother support my decision? I had to forget about my partying ways and hanging with my friends. My freedom days of coming and going were about to be over and I quickly became the girl about whom everyone was talking.
... thought that maybe we won’t be friends or even know each other in the future. Unexpectedly, we all had these feelings of fondness for a place we a come to despise and couldn’t wait to leave. Why would that happen to us? We all realized that in this moment we’re growing up but are far from “grown up.” Suddenly, there is a flash of light and in that moment I knew that the three of us would be separated for the rest of the day, maybe our lives. The flash brought everything back. It gave us a reason to go back into the hallway and meaninglessly chat with our friends. After we left that room we were still sharing a moment together but in a different sort of way. The picture was there and we had superficial thoughts but the graduation was so much more. It marked a major time in our lives and sent us off into the future. No longer were we the next generation because we were being sent off into the grown up world. Would we all still be appreciated? How is the world going to receive three naive girls who don’t know anything? All these questions were to be asked and to be forgotten because we got caught up in the moment. The picture marks that time in our past and an important time it was.
It seemed that segregation was an idea that has been obsolete in the United States for more than fifty years. However for Charleston, Mississippi it is another story. Charleston High School originally became an integrated high school in 1970. Since then, the seniors at Charleston High School always have had segregated proms -- a white prom and a black prom. In the documentary you see the students worried about the prom, their parents reactions and their future .In 1997, actor Morgan Freeman, a citizen of Charleston, offered to fund the prom if the school had one integrated prom. His offer was ignored. Ten years later, in 2008, Freeman generously offered again. This is where the story begins.
It is the start of a new year and I thought I would start a journal chronicling my daily experiences. Tonight we decided to go to the local F.O.P. lodge to a New Years Eve party. We had a pretty good time but what happened later that evening is something that I hope I don’t forget for a long time to come. Still fresh in my mind was the conversation Angela and I had on Christmas night. She was hinting that she wasn’t sure if she wanted to be in a serious relationship this soon after the breakup of her previous one. If that wasn’t hard enough on Christmas she also was to ill to attend my brothers wedding with me in Madison Indiana . To add to all the confusion in my head, on my way home I stopped and got her a rose and a “happy New Years” balloon. She seemed quite touched by the gesture but also visibly troubled by it. I asked her if she was ready to have a good time tonight and she said “I was but now I don’t know.” Now what in the world does that mean! I tried applying all sorts of significant meanings to that statement but in the end I decided to just let it go and let events unfold as they would. Fast forward to 2 minutes before midnight. Angela is an absolute goddess, she is very beautiful and one of the nicest, sweetest woman I have ever met, but she is not one given to affection, especially public affection. Well at 2 minutes till she laid a kiss on me that lasted well after midnight. She absolutely blew me away!! The rest of the night was nice, we went to a couple more clubs but that moment is burned into my memory. Everything else paled in comparison. I don’t know if it is possible but I think I kissed her with my heart as well as my lips. I have heard of your “minds eye”, but tonight I found my “hearts mouth”.................
I never went to a single formal dance until my senior year. On nights when there was a
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