Sooo Not the Prama....

What kind of Huckleberry Frolic is this???
As Prom season has come and gone I think we're all a little bit glad its over. We can stop stressing over flowers, hair, makeup, nails, and - oh yeah - dates.

This year was my first experience in the wonderful world of everything prom and I learned many new and exciting things.

For one, finding a dress is not a magical trip into fairytale land. Groups have to be made on facebook, websites have to be scoured, and even if you find a dress you like, you first have to get the approval of your whole school, just in case someone else had an eye on something similar. Not to mention when it finally comes in the mail, doesn't fit, and you have to start all over again.

Going to a small school is NOT your friend during prom season, and any friends of the opposite gender you may have outside of school become your new best friends as they are your ticket to taking those classically cheesy prom pictures you're secretly dying to take. If you haven't already guessed, this is what happened to me, and even though me and two of my close friends did not get asked to the promenade, we all brought friends and had a rip-roarin good time.

Now, it's not enough to simply secure a date for the prom, but you also MUST schedule appointments for everything. Hair, make-up, and nails all have to be strategically scheduled so that you have enough time to go from place to place while still getting your money's worth (because, believe me, they WILL take your money). On top of that, the feeling of panic you get when finally arriving at said appointment only to find that the hairstylist does not perfectly carbon copy match your hair to the picture you brought in of your celebrity dream hair isn't the best way to start off the night. Likewise, the make-up person will inevitably make you look like a contestant on Toddlers in Tiaras at some point in the make-up stage but never fear, if your make-up is going awry, just be assertive and don't silently cry to yourself about how horrible your life must be.

Finally you get to the prom, struggle to put the boutonniere on, awkwardly pose for the "prom" picture with your date, along with 1,000 other photos, eat dinner, dance?, and go to after prom where you PROMptly wish you could leave and go to bed. By the time the night is over, you realize prom isn't that big of a deal.