My Awkward Life: Eastlake High School Prom

11 Mar

Let the records show that my senior prom was in 2004.  My gosh I feel old.  That year I ended up going to a four proms because I had a number of friends outside my high school and I was the absolute least threatening ‘friend date’ known to man… or high school guys at least.  My prom date from my favorite prom (Wenatchee High School, WHADDUP!?) recently got in touch with me via Facebook and it was so great to catch up with him; he also prompted this blog post – Thanks Ryan!

::Disclaimer:: All names have been changed to protect the privacy of the individuals involved.

To start the story of my high school prom, I should go ahead and share with you that I was the backup date for three guys.  You heard me, backup datex3.  Two of the guys weren’t as explicit in their request, but one of my guy friends, [Adam] (who was in fact ‘cool’ and who I may have had a small crush on) quite literally said “Hey Sarah, I really want to ask [Jane] to prom but I’m afraid she’s not going to say yes… if she doesn’t, will you go with me?”  The worst part was I said “Yeah of course! That’d be fun!”  Seriously?? Wtf, self?!

A few weeks later I was sitting next to [Adam] in class; prom was now two weeks away so I asked him if there was any progress with [Jane].  In my alternate reality she turned him down which caused him to realize his undying love for me and as he stared intently into my deep blue eyes and my perfectly airbrushed face whilst my long, flowing hair was being blown back by a light breeze, he said “[Jane] who?” Back to reality: he opened his binder to search for his homework assignment as I shifted nervously in my athletic pants and unisex tshirt he said “Oh! Yeah! Sorry!  I forgot to tell you!! She said yes!  Isn’t that great?!” 

You probably think I’m watching some bad form of Princess Diaries and just writing out the plot for the sake of having another blog post, but alas… this really happened.  And don’t worry.  It gets worse.

Later that day I was in my accounting class with Ms. [Friar]; she was an older woman and would do anything she could to be a part of her students’ lives.  Ms. [Friar] started class that day with: “Who all is going to prom!??!  Raise your hand!”  There were only about ten of us in this class and I was in there with two of [Adam]’s close friends, who also happened to be friends of mine.  This could get awkward.  Nine of the ten students raised their hands.  Who was the lone tenth with their hand resting quietly in their lap?  This girl.  I may or may not have scratched my right eyebrow just so my hand would make a movement in a general upward direction.  Irrelevant.

She continued by saying “OOHHHHH this is so fun!  Ok.  Let’s go around the room and I want to hear who you’re going with.”  She quite obviously misinterpreted my eyebrow scratch.  She started on my side of the room – Brian said his date, Nick said his date, and then there was me… third in line against the firing squad.  I tried to say “I don’t think I’m going” as confidently and nonchalantly as possible, but that was all ruined when Ms. [Friar]’s jaw dropped in response to my statement.  It’s always awkward in high school when teachers try and tell you how great you are… which in reality just reiterates the fact that you’re most certainly not cool.  So don’t worry, she went on a rant in front of the class, inspired by my lack of prom date, how high school boys need to wisen up and start opening their eyes blaaaah blllah blah. Thanks Ms. [Friar] – I’ll make sure and let them know. 

Sadly this was just kind of a normal day in my awkward high school life, so it didn’t really phase me.  When the day was over, I was boppin’ out the door to head home when [Kevin] caught up to me.  He was cute, we had had a few classes together and had mutual friends but had never really hung out.  He said “Hey! I hear you don’t have a date to prom, do you want to go with me??”  Wait… so this isn’t a request for a backup date, right?  This is an actual ask??  I didn’t want to be excited because I thought that I didn’t care… but turns out when he asked me, I was definitely excited.  I said “Yeah, that’d be a lot of fun!”  So we worked out our plans for prom. 

Before you go thinking that this is the end of the story, let me remind you that this is my life we’re talking about here.  It gets worse.

When one of my friends asked me who I was going to prom with and I enthusiastically said [Kevin]!  Their response was… oh really?  I heard he was going with [Kristin].  Don’t worry, he was.  

I was in fact asked by [Roger]… his identical twin.  I must have been lost in the excitement of actually being asked to my own prom that I forgot to look at which side of the face his freckle was on, go figure.  I’m pretty sure that in our graduating class of 500+, I was the only one that couldn’t tell those two apart.  Oh and don’t worry, it gets worse.

Come to find out, the reason [Kevin] [Roger] had asked me was because Ms. [Friar] announced to the rest of her classes that day that Sarah Iverson (me) did not have a date to her senior prom.  I wouldn’t be surprised if she held everyone hostage until someone agreed to take me, because that’s just the kind of teacher she was…

Funny sidenote: [Kevin] and [Roger] were not just identical twins… they were identical BREAKDANCING twins.  You know you’re jealous 😉  My senior prom was most definitely a good time; everything truly did work out in the end and [Roger] was an excellent date, but my gosh… can we just recap the story here? 

  • Backup x3. 
  • “Raise your hand and say who your date is.”
  • Teacher rant, inspired by my lack of date. 
  • Asked out, not knowing who it was via face freckle.
  • Asked out because of a pity speech from my accounting teacher.
  • Breakdancing.

If you have an awkward hs prom story PLEASE let me know, I’d really love to hear it, especially after sharing this with the world!

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4 Responses to “My Awkward Life: Eastlake High School Prom”

  1. Jamie March 11, 2012 at 10:12 pm #

    Hahhaa. Oooh goodness I definitely cracked up reading this. At least it all made for a good story!

  2. PCC Advantage March 13, 2012 at 4:58 pm #

    Hahahaha!!! Oh, that’s terrible!

    But also hilarious.

    Thanks for sharing your story, HighFiverson. Now, please excuse me while I discuss how cool I was in high school with my old high friends on Facebook… 😉

  3. heatherbarcroft.wordpress.com March 16, 2012 at 4:47 pm #

    haha, ohhh the past! So glad we only had to live it once. I love reading your blog!

  4. Lill Kohler March 22, 2012 at 9:58 am #

    Love it! Thanks for sharing.

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