Descriptive Essay About Prom

Prom 2K16, the scariest night of my life. Me and my boyfriend Colin started dating december of my freshman year his junior year. We met through mutual friends, I fell for him the moment I saw him. It's crazy to think how far we have come but that a story for another time.

It was an average day. I turned in my theme. I went about the day normally. It was all going to be fine, I thought.

The United States is known throughout the world to be a place in which there are many cultures and customs mixing and colliding. One thing that each culture has in abundance is rites of passage, whether it is Births, Bat Mitzvahs, Quinces, or graduation. Each right of passage is an event that signifies a transition in a person’s life. Senior Prom is a rite of passage for young men and women that is indicative of their transition from teenagers to young adults. It is meant to be a celebration of the high school experience; the last hurrah. A gathering of friends who have spent four years of their adolescence together, figuring out who they are as

Prom is supposed to be a very exciting night. I think finding a date for prom is even more exciting. You see my school has this thing called grand march and you have to have a prom date/ friend to even participate in the walk. So if you are a loner you can’t go. Well my experience finding a prom date so I wouldn’t be a loner was quite the adventure.

Well I'm more awake than this morning, and I'm braining better. Since the prom spread is Megan x2, Emily, and Mine's I just was wondering if you know what Dani has in terms of prom-posal pictures, or information. Next class I would like to gather those resources so that we're not scrambling next Monday. Also since this is Dani's spread should we keep the title and layout, and everything and just plug in pictures or take creative control. I'm fine with any of them but I don't want to overstep/understep my boundries.

"He was the nicest person I knew," remembers classmate Justin Norman. "He would always go up to you and say, 'What's up?' even if you didn't know him."

He’s just always been there, a sort of constant in my ever changing life. Now don’t get me wrong, we didn’t talk everyday, or even every few days. We would go through spells when we were inseparable, and then we would only see each other at school. This had no effect on our relationship. Every time we would start to pick back up, we would share the details of our life with one another.

My friend Ellijah is one of the most outgoing, animated and hard-working friends I have met. He is the same age as I am. We have been extremely close friends since 6th grade, when my transfer from Farmington Schools to Lakeville Schools happened. Our friendship started in Middle School gym class, and still continues today. One of the first things we learned about each other was, we both lived between two houses growing up, and had many brothers and sisters along with step-parents. Joining a new school was something scary to me and a hard to do. Especially becoming new to the city of Lakeville. Ellijah was there to hang out and help me whenever I needed it. We are still close friends today! We attend the same Church group at Hosanna, play on the same football team, and get food with Tommy, Bryce, and Jack on the weekends at Chipotle.

I shook my head, I felt bad. I knew they desperately wanted to helpful, but he was really starting to feel annoyed. The dance wasn’t supposed to be a stressful thing. If anything, he should be worrying about the big game. The words, we’re excited to see who your date is, echoed in his ears, he still hadn’t found a date. He knew he would have one by the time of the dance, so it was useless distressing about it now.

It was a warm April day with clouds hanging and storms on the horizon. School had just gotten out, and everybody was rushing home so they could start their weekend plans. For most people that included prom, but me and my friends had different plans, which included going out to eat on Friday night. On the way to the restaurant, me and Sara were talking about how my excitement was building in anticipation of receiving my drivers license and talking about our difficult homework.

We started off with just HIs and HELLOs, then we became pals, and now we are best friends, an unbreakable bond.

Ah. Marcus Yandell, my first ever crush in the fourth grade. Look at Rico Suave and he truly embodied him. I feel like his demeanor was the same and he was a lady catcher. His long, slick black hair mesmerized me on the playground every day. I seriously had the biggest crush on him. Did he know? Absolutely, all of my friends made sure to tell him. I cannot pinpoint what had I captured since I had no connections with him. I never talked to him despite one or two words. I guess my first crush did not work in my favor and I ended up leaving elementary school without a boyfriend. When I was younger, I had more celebrity crushes then real life crushes besides Mr. Yandell. Justin Bieber, my longest celebrity crush, captured my heart with the hit

I go with Froggy and we chill on his couch drinking Dr. Pepper. We talk about how Celia asked me to the dance and how I gotta pick her up early to go. Then, Froggy says he is thinking about going to the dance too. He tells me that he talked to this girl Monica who he has been crushing on since third grade and figured out she likes him too so he asked if she wanted to go to the dance and she said yes.

Monday, May 16th, graduation day. It’s 5:37 in the morning and I remember this cause I never wake up earlier than 8 unless I have to, but today I didn’t have to. It’s the day culminating twelve years of hard work and dedication into a three hour ceremony in which I will actually have to do something with my life other than a routine I believe I’ve perfected throughout these last four years. I roll over and pick up my phone, a dim light comes through a slit in my window shades just to remind me how early it actually is. I can’t fall back asleep so I decide to get out of bed. I sit up on my bed rubbing my eyes trying to make sense of the room around me, I may have lived here for 18 years but I can never find the cord to my ceiling light. I

I remember the first remember the first time I met him. It started when I got to my new school I made a few friends, but still didn’t know him. Then there was one day when I was in after care. My brother was there and he said he was playing tag with someone so I decided to play as well. Then I met him His name was also Andrew, and he was in the grade under me. When I first saw him he was so energetic it was insane he was so full of energy. He seemed like a very nice person, but then we started playing teen titans go. So he took it too far and punched everyone in the stomach while screaming booyah. So I thought that it wasn’t going to work out. The next day we played with him again, and he was also rough. Then we eventually became really close friends over the long school year. It was really fun, but then since the elementary school only went up to fourth grade I went to the next school. So I had to survive fifth grade without him.