For two months, I excitedly prepared for prom. But instead of planning with classmates during sixth period study hall, I consulted with coworkers over coffee breaks. That’s because I’m not an 18-year-old high school senior; I’m a 23-year-old recent college grad. Don’t be alarmed –there was nothing salacious (or illegal) going on. I simply started dating a guy who was in his fourth year at a college two hours out of town. Every year, the small college holds a senior formal for its impending graduates and he asked me to be his date. I, very happily, accepted.
A part of me hoped this formal experience would get the bad taste of prom out of my mouth. Keep reading »
