Chardon, Ohio: 

Someone sent out letters on school letterhead to the parents of seniors stating that while the after-prom will be chaperoned, they will be serving alcoholic beverages.  There was a place at the bottom for parents to authorize.

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“It is only with the heart that one sees rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye.” - The Little Prince by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry (1945)

A few teachers at my prom bought me pints, even though they knew I was underage.

I mean I had already got wrecked in the limo ride before hand, but it was still a nice gesture.

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I got kicked out of my junior prom for wearing a tuxedo and my senior prom for bringing my best friend, Laura, as my date.

That's funny. I got kicked out of my prom for wearing a dress and going with Cleetus.

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100 pounds of shit in a 25 pound sack.

I didn't go.  There wasn't a single female who would agree to go with me.  Not one.

I'm like, totally not bitter about that or anything.  Not at all.  Why would you even think that?

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UnknownEricyou should have done what i did and stayed home and had your own prom. mine was going great, but then on the way to the Barbie Grand Hotel, i threw up in the Road Toad and Gung Ho ran off with Evil-Lyn :( :(

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I had about as much chance of going to the prom as Carrie White.  Maybe if I'd gone to the same high school as William Katt...

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Legend, oh legend, the third wheel legend...always in the way.

i wish i went to high school with kat williams

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UnknownEric

I would have. But it would have looked a little suspicious, because I would have been like... well I honestly don't remember how old you are and a comparison of my age when you were 18 would just look embarassing anyhow.

I didn't get to go to prom. I dropped out of school shortly before the junior prom and was never asked. I doubt I'd have been asked as a senior either. And it's starting to look a little pathetic begging teenage guys to take me so that I could have the experience of going. Starting to.

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attitudechickaWait two years and I bet I can convince my brother to take you to his junior prom.

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attitudechicka
I'm 31 going on 32, so you probably would've been, like... 9 or 10? Yeah. I might've gotten some looks.

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Some of my friends from small towns in Mississippi had segregated proms. In 1998.

Suckers. We never had prom.

Ours was just grad. With banquet. And dance that followed.

I didn't have a date, but my friend's brother danced with me, mostly because I think he felt bad that I was sitting at the table with my parents and my friend's parents.

I went to a small town grad, however, and there was a 2 hour lull between the banquet and the after-grad, because they knew that everyone would want to drink. So we did. And then we got on a school bus to take us into the city for said aftergrad, and they had barf buckets on the bus, for those "oh shit, I drank too much and now this bumping up and down is making me sick" moments.

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Okay, Lindsay, are you forgetting that I was a professional twice over - an analyst and a therapist. The world's first analrapist.

I ate dinner across the street from the place our prom was and laughed like a madjew about all the money I saved.

Then the next day I laughed at everyone about all the money I saved.

I'm a great guy.

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the kid's getting old, the kid's getting old

I also laughed at all my classmates. My tuxedo was borrowed from a friend and the dress I wore senior year was part of an old halloween costume and a skirt I found on the sale rack at JC Penney. I spent more on gas and movie tickets when I was asked to leave. Meanwhile, my classmates spend hundreds of dollars on clothes or borrow something their older sister wore in 1983.

Of course, I didn't get laid at the prom, so it was a bit of a tradeoff.

The entertainment at my high school prom was provided by "Karaoke Kapers".

I wore a kilt to my prom, and I looked rather dashing

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I wore a hat:

Ow owwwww 

A kid in my class, who was as close to non-white as we could come, wore this white 1920's tuxedo with tails, top hat, and a cane. That's the only time I ever felt any lust for anyone in my school.

I don't even know him and I already have the utmost respect for that man.

My brother did the same for his prom. He got to keep the cane. I'm still pretty sure my brother's gay, even though he didn't register on choad's gaydar.

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Mediocrity at its most average.

My son has been asked to escort a senior this year.  We just went out looking for the rest of his tux... he begged me last year to buy the jacket (long tails) at Goodwill.  I wasn't going to at first, now I'm glad I did.  The kid saved me about $50.00.  Now all we need is some nice dress shoes and a shell-pink cummerbund, which I can probably make.

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“It is only with the heart that one sees rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye.” - The Little Prince by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry (1945)

In Austrailia, the school prom is called a formal, and I have my year 10 formal at the end of this year.

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ivytheplant

I think I had about two non-lustful thoughts in high school.

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Legend, oh legend, the third wheel legend...always in the way.

We had no prom at my arts magnet high school (class of 30). We partied every weekend in compensation. Tens of dollars I spent every week. Oh, the Thunderbird and Gallo Rhine Wine we imbibed! Oh, the Rocky Horror we aped! Oh, the Krystal burgers we scarfed later!

Sigh. Actually the night I'll consider a swap for the prom thing is when a carful of us crazies started a fingergun war with a bored-out-of-his-mind kid in the car next to us. We travelled the length of a major city street banging and powing silently, and his parents in the front seat never knew. That was better than a lot of life, actually. I recommend it.

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You can take the heart out of the hooker but you can't take the hooker out of the heart. -- Frankenhooker