How horrible! I definitely remember my first proms. Junior
year, I went with a friend and we had a great time; I don’t think we ever left the dance
floor. Then we drove into town and spent all night at the McDonald’s and I was
home well before curfew. Senior year, we left prom early and headed to after
prom. I know for a fact we never left the dance floor. I remember going to a
hotel after wards, but that was to see what everyone was doing. I headed
home early because I had to work the next morning. No one had to worry about drinking
and driving because we weren’t drinkers and as far as sneaking off to a hotel
for “you know what,” I lived on my own senior year.
This story is tragic. Every prom season, teenagers catch
attitudes over all the safety precautions put in place by school districts to
ensure that their prom is one of celebration and not one of tragedy. No one
wants his or her fairy tale evening to be one of sorrow for their loved ones. In one
night, parents can lose a son or daughter, classmates lose friends, and a community
is left to pick up the pieces and wonder what could have been done to prevent
the loss of a young life.
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