When I say I dreaded going to prom, it is not in the slightest bit exaggerated. The morning of prom I woke up and shrugged in realization that today was the day I would have to endure about 10 hours of cheesy pictures, long pauses between good songs, and awkward encounters with teachers. Little did I know, I would soon become one of those graduated girls who drool every time the word prom is mentioned.
This is a picture of my date and I that I posted the morning after prom in which the caption read "Prom is da bomb." And for the record, it really is.
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