The High School Promenade

So this isn't a rant board, but I still did feel the need to dedicate an entire post to the topic. To most accurately explain to whoever's eyes may fall upon this, let me post a scene from a favorite movie of mine:

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INT. SCHOOL COURTYARD - DAY

Kat and Mandella walk. Kat sees a prom flyer and tears it down as the flier posting girl watches.

PROM POSTER GIRL

Hey!

Kat doesn’t hear her and just keeps walking.

KAT

Can you imagine? Who would go to that antiquated mating ritual?

MANDELLA

(raises her hand)

I would. But I don’t have a date.

KAT

Do you really want to get all dressed up so some Drakkar Noir-wearing Dexter with a boner can feel you up while you’re forced to listen to a band that by definition sucks?

MANDELLA

Alright, alright. We won't go. It's not like I’ve got a dress anyway.

KAT

You're looking at this from entirely the wrong perspective. We're making a statement.

MANDELLA

(unconvinced and sarcastic)

Oh, goody. Something new and different for us.

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Ok, so I am not that worried about making a statement. I just don't want to go. And I am not neutral on this topic. I really don't want to go. As in, I would fight to stay away from it.

And my dear sister has undertaken it to get me to.... go. Let's leave out the details because they are honestly not that interesting. ....................................... Ok, we're leaving off of this topic because the point of it is mostly: I really hate prom and don't want to go.

Ok, on second thought, second topic is just as pathetic. So let it just suffice to say any and all prom's are awful and meant as conversation gossip for preps, the brainless, and idiots and I don't know WHY anyone would ever want to go unless it was part of a Plan (youknowwhatImean) and you will not now or ever find me at one unless Brice Patterson is still going to wear a pink tux because that would just be a really funny and amusing ear-marker for my already-quite-warped high school years. Great!

Got that? Please stop asking, poking, and prodding. I will not be gracing a high school promenade with my presence. Not this year. Not next. Not ever. The End.