On Wednesday, I had my Year 13 Prom. At first, I was really unexcited; stressing about what type of dress to wear and questioning whether the night itself was going to be good. The word 'Prom' always makes me think about American High Schools going really OTT and girl's dresses resembling something between a meringue and candyfloss (both food references...I don't know whether that explains my current state of mind or theirs). In American Proms, girls always have dates and you can pretty much guarantee the existence of a slow dance.
In my Prom, most girls didn't bring dates, dresses were more 'maxi' than 'meringue' and a slow dance was replaced with rapping to Professor Green. This contributed to the night beating all of my expectations and for the first time since I've finished my exams, I actually missed Sixth Form.
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