I’ll never forget the shock I felt, that Easter break of my Senior Year of High School when I realised that I would not be going to the Prom.
It was so enormous to me, as a High School Senior, it is hard to explain.
It took over my life, and only study, forcing myself to study, kept me from falling into absolute depression.
I focused on Exams, pretending that some boy would ask me at the virtual last minute.
I kept up that pretense because it allowed me to get through another day.
On Prom Night I stayed home, watched the old flick, “Marty“,principally that scene where the female lead sits in the living room with her parents watching a comedy on television and crying.