Unusual Prom Stories
I am Russian so everything has to be bigger and better, some people call me a JAP, but I don’t blame them because I am a JAP. My dad owns a limo company so getting one fore the whole night wasn’t a problem, my BF comes from a wealthy family and I knew that my prom had to stand out from everyone elses. I ended up getting this crazy D and G dress that was shipped to me from all the way from Bulgaria, where my grandparents live. It was in this cocoa color with crystal sparkles everywhere, and my shoes were custom made to match the dress, they were also colored cocoa.
My mom gave me her finest jewelry with diamonds, because she wanted me to stand out and glow from the crowd, I felt amazing. The prom itself was ify, everyone kinda just sat down and talked until the music started, who ever the the seat placing sucked, because no one knew each other and the people where all mingled together, whatever, I wasn’t going to let that ruin my night, my Russian crew got together before prom to plan a Russian prom at pasha, so me and alaz stayed for a bit and then when to a real club in the city. I had no complaints, the music, people, the atmosphere, everything was amazing, I couldn’t not ask or a better after prom experience in my life, I danced until the club closed, and now that I am of legal age I go there all the time!1
Anna, Passaic Valley HS, 05
My prom was very very different from everyone elses, yeah there are gay and lesbian proms out there, but have you ever heard of an all girl prom? Well that’s the type of prom I attended. My family is very strict, we are from Pakistan, and middle eastern descent, so my family doesn’t believe a girl should dance, and show herself in that kind of light to boys. And so me and my friends decided to have an all girl prom. It was amazing, I never had such a great time like this in my life. We all wore out traditional Chador, with a veil that covered our faces, but when we actually got to our prom, we let loose and underneath our Chador, laid beautiful outfits of color, and fabric. The music was playing and we had a remarkable time, the girls didn’t have to censor themselves and hold back, we all danced to our favorite tunes, and were able to be ourselves. We feasted on traditional foods as well as untraditional, and had cake, and coffee at the end of prom. It was an amazing night, since we could finally be for one night the fairy princess of the ball, but my night as well as everyone elses had to come to an end, eventually the clock stricked 1, and it was time to go home, everyone put back there Chador, and went back to their everyday lives. But I do have to say, my prom was def a memorable one. I will never forget how we got down to Eminem, and 50 cent. These were some priceless moments. My senior prom ROCKED!
Anonymous, NYC, 2006
Most people I have encountered since my days in high school have told me that my prom experience was weird. Then again, most people thought it weird that I went to a boarding school. Choate Rosemary Hall was a place steeped in traditions, and the prom was nothing different. I distinctly remember the groans of my fellow classmates somewhere around sophomore year when we learned what this final party entailed. First of all, it was not called a prom- it was the Last Hurrah. History told us that when there were two separate schools, The Choate School and Rosemary Hall, they each had an annual formal dance in February. Choate’s was called Festivities; Rosemary Hall’s was called The Mid. The two traditions merged into a year-end celebration called The Last Hurrah once the schools combined. We were told this, I think, to ease the pain of what came next.
First off, the Last Hurrah was to be held in our dining hall. Yes, my jaw dropped with shock as well. We had a very nice dining hall, one that looked more like an elegant restaurant than a cafeteria, but I always had that movie image of the prom where my friends and I would rent a limo, and a boy would give me a corsage (for what, I don’t know). There was no way I could rent that limo if the prom was directly across the street! For a while, the class president made it her goal to get the Hurrah moved off campus, perhaps onto a boat, if not a rental hall. The request was shot down immediately. The next blow was equally shocking. We were told that, in keeping with tradition, the Last Hurrah would be all ballroom dancing. Students were offered weekly lessons in the weeks leading up to the event, and there would be a competition in the final moments of the Hurrah. I decided at that point that I was not going to go to my prom- I was already awkward enough without adding learning to ballroom dance to it.
Flash forward to my senior year. Over time, I began to embrace all of Choate’s traditions. I watched the Physics Phlotilla in horror every year, as students tried to cross the murky Science Center pond in home-made boats. I cheered on our football team at Deerfield Day every November, most of the time to no avail. Senior year, the boys had a feast (allegedly including a large pig) with male members of the faculty. I know no other information about the event to this day, as it was a “boys club” type of thing. The female equivalent to that was the Garden Party, where we would invite a member of the junior class and one faculty or staff member to a ceremony celebrating our accomplishments. We would all exchange flowers, take pictures, and eat dainty food. The event was stereotypical at best, but it actually turned out to be a really nice afternoon.
Which led up to the Last Hurrah. The first obstacle was finding a date. You could feel the pressure on everyone, or at least on the females. There was a list of all of our class members in the dean’s office. Periodically, someone would go in and either cross their name off if they had a date, or check to see who was still available. One day in the dining hall, there was a scene where two people wanted to invite the same boy, and everyone was anxious to see how it would play out. Both girls, Karen* and Cathy*, sat perched on the ends of their chairs, waiting for him to enter the room. Unfortunately, Karen turned her head at the wrong moment, and Cathy saw him first. I have never seen anyone move so quickly- he didn’t even have a chance to get through the doorway. But she had a date, and was able to cross both of their names off in the dean’s office. My story was not quite as dramatic. There was a group of boys that my friends and I often compared to ours- both groups pretty much lived in our own worlds and did not care much about the social hierarchy of high school. It only made sense that we should pair up. I actually asked my date- a big step forward for me. I sat in front of the phone for a good ten minutes, annoying everyone with hypothetical situations. Then I took a deep breath and called. The conversation went something like: “hey, I was wondering if you would go to the Last Hurrah with me. Oh, it’s Dara.” “Yeah, cool.” “Okay, cool. I’ll see you then.”
The second obstacle was the dress. This is the one thing that all girls stress over, and I was no different. My mother offered to make my dress, as she had made the one for my middle school prom. We spent hours in the fabric store until I found the pattern I wanted (one shouldered with a cut-out in the back), and the fabric (bright red). My mother tried to ignore the fact that I had picked out the most obnoxious thing I could find in the store, and made me a beautiful dress that had everyone asking where I bought it. It was important for me that my mother made the dress, as she could not travel from New York to Connecticut for the event. With the date and the dress taken care of, the only thing standing in my way at this point was the ballroom dancing lessons. I’d like to think of myself as a decent dancer- by the end of sophomore year I had come out of my shell a little bit and I would spend every Saturday night at dances in our Student Activities Center. Ballroom dancing was a complete unknown, however, and we only had about six tries to get it right. My date was a very energetic dancer; I remember he used to step on my feet because he would start too early. The entire scenario was like Mad Hot Ballroom, only without the inspiring tales and adorable children. I spent so much time worrying about how I looked, that I’m sure I would have no idea how to waltz today if someone asked me.
What I remember most about the day of the prom was my friends. Though we had dates, it was as if we were going solo. These were the six girls that I had spent four years completely attached at the hip to- we lived together, ate together, pretty much grew up together. It was not even just them- what I loved so much about Choate was the number of people who I knew I would always be friends with in some manner. There was a lot of picture-taking, mostly from the mother’s of our friends who were from Connecticut. My date bought me a flower on a pin, which thankfully, I did not stick myself with. A lot of time was spent on the steps in front of the dining hall- Hill House- taking even more pictures, and comparing dresses. Slowly, we made our way in, and I was pretty amazed. The dining hall had been completely transformed. Don’t get me wrong, it still looked like our dining hall, but more impressive than usual. There were soft lights and other decorations hanging from the ceiling. The decorations, the band, the gorgeous table settings combined with a group of people in formal wear transformed the place for me. Of course, no one danced at first. Then a few brave souls approached the dance floor and tested the waters. If I remember correctly, it was the announcement of the dance contest that got most people up and moving. My date and I eventually joined- although our dancing was more of a hybrid of ballroom and falling over. I stepped on his foot in my heels a couple times, and he practically threw me around the room in his zeal. I cannot recall who won the competition, as I was more excited by the fact that a DJ came to play “regular” music during the last hour! I awkwardly made my way through my first slow dance, and then the prom was over.
Here is the part where things usually get crazy, right? In the movies, scheming boys have hotel keys, and girls think about the boy they may or may not give their virginity to. If not, there’s at least that large party that always leaves someone drunkenly passed out. Our after party was at the Student Activities Center. My date dropped me back at my dorm, where I changed into jeans (I know, the blasphemy!) and rejoined my friends at the after party. We didn’t stay very long- somehow the after party made us more aware of the fact that we were doing something different than the majority of high school students. And besides, we still had a curfew. I went back to my dorm, satisfied with the evening- nothing tragic happened, and that was pretty much all I could hope for. I lived in a senior dorm with only five other girls. Our dorm advisor took us out of the dorm (past curfew!) to the local diner, where we had pancakes and talked about our evening. I would say that my prom- sorry, Last Hurrah- experience was weird. I didn’t pine after the captain of the football team (the soccer team captain was a different story), or party until all hours of the night. But it all fit somehow. I had that last hurrah with my best friends, slow danced with a guy, and at the very least, I have an interesting story to tell people.
Prom Time testimonial
January 19, 2007
Me and Mike have been dating for 6 months and were a gay couple. Even though we were not attending my HS prom, in some parts of the UK, they have alternative proms, such as the one me and mike attended, the Gay prom. The part of town I am from it constantly rains especially during the winter, and so I thought of a great way to ask my Bf out to the prom. My grandparents own this house on a hill and you can see most of the town, me and mike come up there sometimes when we feel down, or just want to talk and enjoy ourselves, and so I thought that would be the perfect place to ask him out to prom. Not only is it quiet, but on certain days after it rains a rainbow appears over the sky. And so I asked my to come out with me on the rainest day of the week and he was sooo hesitate to do it, he was complaining about his loafers getting wet, and his hair getting all messed up. I just told him to trust me, that he wouldn’t be disappointed and so we hiked up to my grand dads house with umbrellas in hands, scarves around our necks, sloshing in mud, and puddles. With no where to sit when we arrived, I just looked at him , all drenched in rain, with drops of water down my face and said look, I know this isn’t exactly how you would have wanted it to be, but I love you and I wanted to know if you would. ” Look I shouted,” as the rainbow came out.” Mike looked and held my hand. We stood there for a few seconds and then I said , ” Go to the prom with me?” Mike didn’t even have to answer, we just sealed it off with a kiss, and that was my way of asking my Bf to the prom!
My prom was different, I didn’t go with 1 girl. I went with tons of people. A ton of gay and lesbian people. I am a 19yr old teen living in the uk, and believe in equality no matter what your sexual orientation is. Prom was such a significant time in my life because I was able to be myself. I had to struggle with the fact that if I attended my schools prom , I would have to go with a girl, just to FIT IN with my society.
I didn’t want to just fit in, I wanted to be who I was , and who I was was GAY!!! I came across a few websites that offered gay prom options and decided to make my prom something magical, a night I would not forget. I didn’t wear the classic tuxedo, instead I wore some slacks, and a gay pride shirt under my blazer. I wanted everyone to know that the rainbow on my shirt symbolized a coming out to the world, that I would no longer be censored by my peers or school to go to something I wouldn’t appreciate, when I looked back on it.
And so I went to my special prom. I danced the night away with so many great people, and made so many new friends that when I came home my mom told me I was glowing. There was no after party, just me and the new friends that I made, hanging out on the streets and being ourselves. It was incredible to be on the dance floor, partying grinding, and laughing just like all the other proms. I don’t remember when I had such a good time, or when I laughed so hard. Even though my prom was small, it meant so much more to me to be sourounded by people that were just like me, GAY, PROUD, and just wanting to spend the night as ourselves.! I will never ever forget my prom, and will tell my children that daddy had the best prom anyone has ever had.
I knew I was gay when I was 12 years old. I had my first and last girlfriend when I was 14 and I never actually told her I was gay because I really didn’t want to hurt her or anything I just found some bullsh!t reason to break up with her. And around 16 I finally told her I was gay…it made her feel better for some reason and after we became best friends. So I wasn’t out to my parents, but there was this boy I really wanted to take to the prom, matt, who also wasn’t out to his parents. But we were sort of with each other. You know what I mean. We hooked up A LOT. Anyway, Sarah (my ex), is hanging out with me and matt, and she says, “how are you guys going to prom together?” The truth is we really wanted to go to prom as a couple but we didn’t want to tell our parents we were gay yet, and that would force us to do it. And we wanted to do it on our own terms, you know?
Sarah makes these plans with a friend for us to go together. And she gets a date for Matt. We make plans to take the same limo. Sarah makes me promise that I won’t hog matt for the entire dance as Melissa really could have gone with someone else. The girls get really into this whole thing and of course I and Matt are stuck paying for the limo and everything. We use the prop prep deal to make excuses to be locked in my room for hours so we could do stuff with out our parents asking questions.
The big day rolls around and Matt and I take the girls to the prom. We decide that it’s not that big a deal for us to dance a few slow dances together. But it felt a little weird doing it in front of everyone. We were a little more comfortable later at Roxy where matt and me really felt like we could just be ourselves. We came out to our parents together that summer—Josh Preston-Manalapan High School-Manalapan, NJ
I could just never figure out how to get a guy to like me or how to get them to ask me out, and I wasn’t going to ask them out or anything. So when time came for me to plan my prom. I was dateless, and I just knew I wasn’t going to get a date. The boys I know are all friends. They worked with me in the school paper or they talked to me in the halls. My friend Anna said, “Hey, you wanna go with me? A girl’s night could be a lot of fun.” Anna isn’t a lesbian and neither am I. we’ve just been friends forever and are having a dating dry spell. I wish there wasn’t so much pressure to be coupled off by senior year. Like prom is that big a deal anyway.
One of the boys I have honors English with Chris is on the prom committee. When I told him I was going with Anna instead of taking a boy, he said, “you know that’s a problem, right?” I was like, “why?” and he said, “Cause the school wants same-sex couples to have signed notes from their parents saying they’re gay, otherwise you can’t do it.” WHAT?!!!
Like I said, I’m not a lesbian, but haven’t you ever just wanted to laugh off something that was supposed to be so serious? Well suddenly going to prom with Anna, another straight female felt important. And I told Anna, and she said, “they can’t do that…it has to be wrong or something.” But we’re not lesbians so what were we supposed to do?
She and I both typed up notes to give to our parents to sign and explain to them that we’re not gay, just single. When I put this in front of my mom, she looked up at me and said, “Honey, you’re gay? Why do you have that giant Johnny Depp poster on your wall?” I then had to explain the school’s policy on the whole gay thing to my mom. She was shocked. She said she was appalled that the school would force kids to come out to their parents just to be themselves at prom. She didn’t agree with it, but she signed my note saying, “Well, at least I know you won’t do something you’ll regret…” Anna had a signed note also.
“How did you explain this to your parents?” I whispered to her while we were on line buying our prom tickets.
“I didn’t, I Just forged her signature. Like I really wanted to explain that one!”
It was fun going with Anna to the prom, if you wanna go with a bunch of girls I strongly suggest it. I got to go prom dress shopping with my date, and I wore this really sexy crimson strapless dress with silver sparkles. Anna and I had matching hair appointments, make up appointments at the mall, and then we went back to our houses put on our dresses and she came over to my house, and I still think her parents went to prom with a boy.
We twirled each other around on the dance floor. We ate our food. We laughed with our friends who thought it was hysterical that we were lesbians for the night. Even though there were a few other same sex couples there that night. Afterwards me and Anna went on the casino cruise and we had such a good time playing. –Mary McBride-Clifton High School-Clifton, NJ Class 02
My prom was different, I didn’t go with 1 girl. I went with tons of people. A ton of gay and lesbian people. I am a 19yr old teen living in the UK, and believe in equality no matter what your sexual orientation is. Prom was such a significant time in my life because I was able to be myself. I had to struggle with the fact that if I attended my schools prom, I would have to go with a girl, just to FIT IN with my society.
I didn’t want to just fit in, I wanted to be who I was, and who I was GAY!!! I came across a few websites that offered gay prom options and decided to make my prom something magical, a night I would not forget. I didn’t wear the classic tuxedo, instead I wore some slacks, and a gay pride shirt under my blazer. I wanted everyone to know that the rainbow on my shirt symbolized a coming out to the world, that I would no longer be censored by my peers or school to go to something I wouldn’t appreciate, when I looked back on it.
And so I went to my special prom. I danced the night away with so many great people, and made so many new friends that when I came home my mom told me I was glowing. There was no after party, just me and the new friends that I made, hanging out on the streets and being ourselves. It was incredible to be on the dance floor, partying grinding, and laughing just like all the other proms. I don’t remember when I had such a good time, or when I laughed so hard. Even though my prom was small, it meant so much more to me to be surrounded by people that were just like me, GAY, PROUD, and just wanting to spend the night as ourselves. I will never ever forget my prom, and will tell my children that daddy had the best prom anyone has ever had.–Anonymous, 06