I had promised pictures and an insight on my prom night.

*chews sore into lip* I know, I know, prom night was in May.

I’ll do things in order, better late than never.

Before prom, there was Gradnite, which I think is an experience no senior should miss on; ever.

Waking up a Saturday at 6 in the morning to go to school sit in one of 3 crappy buses called either the “HSM Interceptor”, the “Flying Dtuchman” or The “Black pearl” and drive from South Miami Florida to Magic Kingdom, Disney Orlando is AWESOME!

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You get closer to each and every person on your bus, even your teachers and weirdly enough, your principal as well. See pictures:

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The bus had only one pit stop on our way TO and I was hyped up on my 8th Redbull

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Then, at 9 PM we reached Disney and got wild!

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Only to get back on the bus at 3 AM, fall asleep on your neighbor’s shoulder and use his sweater as a blanky. What was pretty weird for me; our principal woke us up at 9 in the morning with a very sarcastic “Wakey Wakey, you all look so beautiful in the morning” grumbling and moaning we all got out of the bus, to our pit stop, stocking up on makeshift breakfast: starbucks expresso and BK hashbrowns.

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PROM: I wasn’t particularly eager to go to prom, no dress, no limo, no date.

Yet, at the last minute, my aunt (a retired European beautician) swept in to do my hair and makeup at home, my older brother waltzed in with a dress and my mother gave me jewelry. I had been ambushed

I went to prom with one of my brother’s friends whom i didn’t know from Eve. He was gentleman enough to take me. Pick me up, take prom pictures with me, wear a matching tie to my dress, and drop me off when it was all over in the morning.

My “date” was a battery powered dancer, joker, teaser and picture taker…He made me feel at ease, and blended in with my friends (no, my dear readers he’s not that OLD). Of course, I was teased, we shared jokes and he thought me how to slow dance (what? everyone has flaws, I do ballet and ballroom dancing, I don’t slow dance)

Along the night, I had to take off my six inch heels and dance barefoot, as my dress, now too long for my 5′1 height was dragging on the floor. The BCBG MAXAZRIA designer would die, had he seen his beautiful creation get stepped and sweep the floor.

After so much dancing, sweating and dress holding I had a craving for pancakes and thankfully, at 2 am Denny’s is always opened. Looking back, I am glad that I went to prom with him, and not a stuck up immature boy my age. I am forever grateful to “Abercrombie”, who is now what I call a “buddy”.

Pictures here: http://i102.photobucket.com/albums/m85/Emmalie_2006/Prom045.jpg

A couple of days after prom, my school had an award ceremony, and yours truly ended up with a small pendant/medal for Arts and Dance appreciation.

Picture here:

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…Well, I graduated from Archbishop Coleman F Carroll and I’m about to attend Barry University for a degree in Pre-Law & Economics.

The friendships I developed in my 12th grade are engraved as memories

As we grow older, things must change, but they don’t always have to end. Even though it is different now, they will always be my friends…Some of us may never cross paths again but I have no regrets; just lessons learned.

Picture here: http://i102.photobucket.com/albums/m85/Emmalie_2006/Prom050.jpg