Years had passed, but the pain remained.
Now I was principal of a High School. I was not about to subject girls like me, to that horrific moment when they realise, they aren’t popular, they don’t have a boy friend, and are NOT going to the Prom.
I was not about to subject any student to the sense of rejection or failure. To never have those photographs on the wall, never be able to talk about who wore what to the Prom.
I will not subject them to that pain they will feel when they pass into Summer Vacation trying to shake off the knowledge that no one wanted them.
I will not have them enter college or the work force without the memory of a Prom.
Sure, they’ll survive as I did, but it would be nice to have that memory.