Favorite Prom/Formal/Social/Valedictory Memories.

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So, some of you know I'm a new high school teacher.

Last night was my school's valedictory dinner, an opportunity for the Year 12 students to frock up and have one last chance to bust moves on that girl/boy in their English class. There's also lots of speeches, plenty of tears, etc.

As a new member of staff, I was compelled to attend last night. I have to be seen as a go gettin' member of the faculty. Much to my horror, I discovered it was a dry function for everybody, including the staff.

What was even more horrifying was that none of the kids seemed to be trying to get into mischief, sneaking drinks in, etc. What's with kids these days? Where is their rebellious streak? Why didn't they try anythin'?

Hit this thread up with all the glorious hijinks you got up to on the night of your final Proms/Socials/Valedictories. I need my faith in humanity to be restored.

― Mike Stuchbery (Mikey Bidness), Friday, 24 October 2003 00:46 (twenty-two years ago)

At my senior prom, someone snuck in what seemed to be about a case of Jack Daniels... we were all sneaking drinks in the back hallway by the band room (small school, so the prom was held in the gym), and by the end of the night, several people had gone fully dressed into the pool, other girls were on their dates' shoulders trying to knock one another down (which resulted in torn dresses and at least two broken teeth), one fine young man had vomited in the middle of the gym floor, and someone else had snuck up into the chem lab and set all the gas jet aflame, which also set off the sprinkler system.

A rousing success, I say.

― luna (luna.c), Friday, 24 October 2003 00:53 (twenty-two years ago)

I went without a date and just danced with everybody. That worked.

― Ned Raggett (Ned), Friday, 24 October 2003 01:00 (twenty-two years ago)

I skipped my high school prom. I think I was working that night.

― Mr Noodles (Mr Noodles), Friday, 24 October 2003 01:02 (twenty-two years ago)

I skipped my high school prom, too. I didn't think I'd like it going solo, especially since all my friends were going with dates and I'd be even more sore thumb-like.

My favorite social memory from high school was our Project Graduation, the night of our graduation ceremony. We had rented out an ice skating rink and a bowling alley for the evening, had tons of stuff to eat and drink, skated for hours and then bowled for hours, got goodie bags, and just had fun in general. I got home from that event at about 6 a.m. and struggled to open graduation gifts, but I was up and ready to go at 11 that morning.

I think we were all too straitlaced or scared of authority figures to do any sneaky things with alcohol, though we did manage to sneak in glittery confetti to throw around at the end of graduation, which enraged our HS principal. *laughs* Oh, that was fun.

― Many Coloured Halo (Dee the Lurker), Friday, 24 October 2003 01:11 (twenty-two years ago)

I was no longer in high school by the time that kind of thing was about. I only spent half a semester there. I think I spent prom night smoking cigarettes with some college boys in the middle of the desert near the airport, staring at planes landing right over our heads.

― Allyzay, Friday, 24 October 2003 01:16 (twenty-two years ago)

I got kicked out of my high school prom, with my friends. It was held at the Texas Motor Speedway, absolutely boring as all fuck. Eight of us found the staff elevator (couldn't go out the front), went down one level to the private club for a cigarette. Now, we weren't bothering anyone, we were all of age to be in a bar, and still the bartender calls security to have them escort us back upstairs. So we go upstairs, get yelled at for being disappointments to the school (in the group being booted - the salutatorian, and two others in the top 10 of my class), and promptly drove back to town, picked up a bunch of pills and sailed through the after-prom casino party high as fucking kites.

― miloauckerman (miloauckerman), Friday, 24 October 2003 01:19 (twenty-two years ago)

My cross country team got shirts that said "suck it up" on the back and were made to wear them inside out or go home. Pervy administration. The same team teepeed a tree before a big meet and got detention, which was bullshit because the cheerleaders would teepee the whole damn school at homecoming and that was deemed to be school spirit. They were way too uptight. We were the good kids.

As for prom, we danced. I should have been crazier in high school, broken more rules and had more fun.

― JuliaA (j_bdules), Friday, 24 October 2003 01:50 (twenty-two years ago)

me and bob tooker
washed his dad's friend's limousine
to j.geils' 'freeze-frame'

he took velvet hall
i took p0lly marl0w and
our dads, drunk, both drove

― Haikunym (Haikunym), Friday, 24 October 2003 01:52 (twenty-two years ago)

Prom was boring as fuck even though I was high. I didn't like the pants or shoes that came with my tux rental so I wore black cords and silver Airwalks. I thought I was cool somehow. My girlfriend was pissed that someone else was wearing the same dress. Her best friend was hitting on me and making things really awkard. We left after an hour or so. All my friends went and changed out of their fancy clothes before going to the hotel party, which totally ruins the whole experience, ie getting shit-faced while dressed to the nines. There were too many damn people in the hotel room for me to get my groove on. All in all, it was not a Night to Remember or whatever the fuck the theme was.

― oops (Oops), Friday, 24 October 2003 02:17 (twenty-two years ago)

At least we got kicked out before they played that goddamned "Time of Your Life" song by Green Day, a year after it got used by every other prom in the nation, and after they'd vetoed the popular choice ("Stairway to Heaven," not that much better, but the principal thought it was about drugs)

― miloauckerman (miloauckerman), Friday, 24 October 2003 02:25 (twenty-two years ago)

This one time at Denny's, Tucker thought he could make a pyramid of creamers, poke holes in each as he stacked them, and somehow suck a pyramid's worth of cream out of just the top one. He managed to stack about twenty of them, with holes, before any spilled -- I think this might be how we learned about surface tension -- and then FOOOOSH.

(That's all I got. It wasn't prom night. This was high school for me.)

― Tep (ktepi), Friday, 24 October 2003 02:38 (twenty-two years ago)

We were allowed to drink at my yr12 formal which now I think about it is rather weird. Only if we were already over 18 of course (as msny were byt then) but the bar staff weren't checking ID, so it was all good.

Only at that stage of my life I wasn't really a drinker. The thing was shit boring, I didnt get to rock up in the full on Scary Goth Cruella outfit I'd wanted to do to freak the boring normals out, and I just sat and smoked and got bored. And left early. I hated everyone at my school anyway.

― Trayce (trayce), Friday, 24 October 2003 04:34 (twenty-two years ago)

My valedictory dinner was classic. It was an open bar, so naturally everyone got incredibly hammered before we went out on a big night into town. I hit the Tequila very hard, so hard that I still can't touch the stuff smoked, like, two packs of Marlboros and had major chest pains for a week. Man, those were the days. There were a lot of fules and eejits at my school, but there were some great types too that I still call my best friends.

― M1chael Stuchb3ry (Mikey Bidness), Friday, 24 October 2003 04:49 (twenty-two years ago)

the best part of my prom was when my gay best friend and fellow fashion police team mate (seriously, we had tickets. we gave them to people. what were we thinking?) and i performed the entire dance routine to 'i've had the time of my life' from dirty dancing. sadly without the lift. later that summer, i did the lift with a lifeguard in a lake.

worst part of the prom was GBF's date hitting on my date all night. everyone came back to my house after and watched movies and went in the hot tub, and she actually sat on his lap and started wiggling around!

― colette (a2lette), Friday, 24 October 2003 09:53 (twenty-two years ago)

Not only did I not go to my prom, I don't remember a single thing about it. I don't remember anyone making preparations, or gossip about dates, or jokes about personal ruin -- hell I can't even recall who went and who didn't.

― Michael Daddino (epicharmus), Friday, 24 October 2003 10:08 (twenty-two years ago)

Lets see, my first prom I hated. I didn't do anything.

Prom 2 - I had sex in the limo on the way home with gf.
Prom 3 - My friends and I took some shrooms and our dates hated us because we wore Chuck T's with our tuxes and top hats. Then because we were such sports we took the girls to IHOP after the prom, my friend threw up his pancakes. We then went to an all night party and our band played. I got back together with my exgf this night much to the dismay of the gf I took to the prom. I was a playa.

― Chris V. (Chris V), Friday, 24 October 2003 10:26 (twenty-two years ago)

four years pass...

i went to THREE PROMS

i just had to get that out.

― Surmounter, Saturday, 17 May 2008 20:49 (seventeen years ago)

What is it with you homosexual men and your multiple promenades?

― Abbott, Saturday, 17 May 2008 21:32 (seventeen years ago)

well here's what it is. we're always just THERe, and there's always the girl who doesn't want it to be too stressful, and so you just go and giggle. and do e.

― Surmounter, Saturday, 17 May 2008 21:33 (seventeen years ago)

And you got ecstasy, too?

man

― Abbott, Saturday, 17 May 2008 21:35 (seventeen years ago)

eleven months pass...

http://blogs.usatoday.com/ondeadline/2009/05/prom-date-costs-student-graduation-date.html

An Ohio senior is suspended today from the fundamentalist Baptist school he has attended since kindergarten for attending a public school prom.
Frost The Courier in Findlay, Ohio, reports that Tyler Frost, 17, danced and held hands with his girlfriend at the Findlay High prom, attended by about 800 students.
Heritage Christian School forbids dancing, hand holding and rock music. Frost's grandmother, Karen Frost, who teaches at Heritage Christian, said she had been praying for her grandson to "make the right decision" and skip the prom.
But Frost told the website he never wavered from his decision to attend with Rebecca Smooty.
Heritage principal Tim England said Frost will receive an "incomplete" on remaining assignments and will be banned from graduation ceremonies, but will receive his diploma after completing his finals.
Frost's father, Stephan Johnson, said the suspension is unfair and that he plans to sue the school.

― challoper's delight (Curt1s Stephens), Monday, 11 May 2009 23:13 (sixteen years ago)

lol religion

― More Goth Than Your Grandmother (Bimble), Monday, 11 May 2009 23:41 (sixteen years ago)

Dude has this kid never seen the movie that gives him the solution to this problem? The movie named FOOTLOOSE?

― test drives at ur own risk i cant go with you too many bees (Abbott), Tuesday, 12 May 2009 00:42 (sixteen years ago)

Frost's father, Stephan Johnson, said the suspension is unfair and that he plans to sue the school.

WTF did he send the poor kid to a school that bans dancing for in the first place. The hell did they think would happen?

Also, lol @ "Smooty".

― 65daysofsugban (Trayce), Tuesday, 12 May 2009 01:15 (sixteen years ago)

Junior Prom:

Ate pot brownies. Dance was held on top of one of the highest buildings in Philadelphia. Watched lightning strike all over South Jersey whilst very blazed, then did lines of yayo with my friends in the bathroom to sober up for my date, who was fucking outraged with me. Whatever-- she was snooty.

Senior Prom:

Brought my flask. Made whisky-gingers all night and smoked a blunt in the bathroom of the Franklin Institute with my best lady-friends. Later, went to a friend's house on the Chesapeake, where we drank copious amounts and went skinny-dipping at four in the morning. I gave a girl her first real kiss, and also gave a boy his first real kiss. He later had sex with a good friend of mine.

This displays a pattern in my life which continues unabated, with breaks of near-sobriety in between. Awesome.

― the table is the table, Tuesday, 12 May 2009 01:21 (sixteen years ago)

Also, to counter the original poster, I graduated from high school in 2003.

― the table is the table, Tuesday, 12 May 2009 01:22 (sixteen years ago)

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