Now that I have your attention, let’s take a trip down memory lane. I attended my junior prom in 2008, and believe me when I say everything that could go wrong, went wrong! I’ll paint the scene for you. My dress was a last-minute choice; I settled on a gold and white polka dotted gown. When I was in high school, girls lived for Betsey Johnson’s prom dresses. She designed bold, stand-out dresses which almost every girl wanted to purchase (if you don’t know kiddos, look it up). However, my dress was from JC Penny’s because I didn’t have hundreds of dollars to spend on my dress. When I walked into Central High, my night went steadily downhill.
First epic moment
The night started with me giving my friend a hug. Simple enough, but I heard a pop sound. Out the corner of my eye one of my dress straps snapped. I’m sure the look on my face said it all. I want to give a shout out to Mrs. Kirksey, she helped me “tape” my strap together, and she did a great job!
Second epic moment
Next up, I wore my mother’s shoes and we do not have the same style (we still don’t). My clog-style shoes had clear straps and I kept slipping out of them every time I tried to get my Beyoncé on imitating the Single Ladies dance. I hobbled around all night until I chucked them to the side and put on the socks I stashed in my purse.
Third epic moment
I wanted great hair for prom so the night before I had my hair braided into micro braids. Micro braids, if you don’t know, are tiny braids that take hours to complete. I believe I sat for 6 hours (with breaks) to achieve my ideal look for prom. My scalp was on fire, but I still thought it would be a good idea to pull my hair up into a top bun. Before the night was over, I had a headache and wanted to ice my scalp. I still managed to dance the night away with my girls, until I heard my favorite Usher song come on. Everyone has the song; you know the one that will make you drop whatever you were doing and sing word-for-word every line in the song. I mustered the courage to ask a guy I was getting to know for a dance. I guess I should tell you; he came with a date so in retrospect it was a bold move.
Icing on the cake
Cue the drum roll — he rejected me on the spot and danced with his date instead. I didn’t let that moment stop me, I picked my face up off the floor and continued to dance with my friends. When I went home that night, I played every Beyoncé song in the book and rocked out in my room to Diva (to boost my confidence) because you never let them see you sweat. When I look back on that night, everything wasn’t a total loss. I wouldn’t change what happened, it’s a memory I think about during prom season and it brings a smile to my face. It wasn’t an ordinary night, and it was my unique situation. Plus, it makes a great story to tell.
Therefore, the most important thing is not to let anyone or anything stop you from enjoying this special night. Some spend weeks planning but forget actually to have fun when the time comes. Don’t stress over small things. I’m the queen of wanting everything to happen my way or no way at all. Reality check–it will not be perfect, anticipate things to go out of order or be a little chaotic. Trust me when I say it will be okay, you will survive. Surround yourself with your friends and dance like there’s no tomorrow. Fingers cross that you win Prom Queen or “we all secretly hope the other one will trip and fall on her face, and–wait a minute, I’ve already done that!” (Miss Congeniality).