A Night to Remember...or to not even happen

The apathetic senior class has elected not to hand in their senior dues, which means there's no deposit on our prom venue.  That means we might lose the venue, which means no prom.  No prom means no corsages, no ball gowns, no itchy tuxes, no "we didn't mean for it to happen" in the back of a limousine.

It means no conventional memory of high school, John Hughes standard cliches.  (Which is incredibly unfortunate; I really wish my life was a John Hughes movie) I think if they cancel prom my friends and I will organize our own thing, being that the student body is too clique-ish too even come together to chant *SENIORS* in the auditorium.

Not that I really care.  I don't have a date.  The only reason I care about prom is the dress.  I love fashion, and if I don't have a prom this year, I'll never have one.  I'm never going to the Grammy's, and I don't know what black tie affairs I'll be attending outside of weddings, so when is the next time I'll get to wear a ridiculous, self indulgent ball gown or sequined sparkle glitter ball dress?

I suppose I also care because it's the last time this group of people will be together partying, but most of this group doesn't want to be together.  We've only ever had two dances in my time at my high school, and the first one was crazy.  None of my friends went, and if one girl hadn't pulled me off the couch, I would have been really depressed the whole time.

But if that considerate girl, who stands on a social polar opposite, was willing to dance with me, who has fought with my friends before, (and by fought I mean, yelling and screaming and sent to the dean's office) then why can't the whole senior class cut the crap?  This is supposed to be our coming of age.  Why can't we come together?