Descriptive Essay On Prom Night

While many will agree that Shakespeare’s Twelfth Night is critically acclaimed to be one of the most entertaining and well-liked pieces that he has written, there tends to be a discrepancy over how the characters in the play are portrayed when it comes to the importance of gender roles. After reading James C Bulman’s article over the Globe’s more recent performance of Twelfth Night and Shakespeare’s original written version, I realized that there are many ways that this famous piece has been portrayed and each has its own pros and cons.

The year was 2010, the setting was a high school gymnasium, and the scene was a junior high homecoming dance. The students of Dawson Boyd School had just finished dancing enthusiastically (if somewhat awkwardly) to Soulja Boy when the DJ announced that the next song would be a slow dance–the first of the night. The tension in the room could be cut with a plastic butter knife. To make matters worse, the DJ thought it would be a great idea to have the girls ask the boys to slow dance. At this point, my twelve year old self was shaking in her Ugg boots and sweating through her plaid button down from Hollister. Seventh grade was an awkward year for me; I was taller than most of the boys and not quite yet comfortable in my skin. I was sure that I was about to be rejected, but my mama didn’t raise a quitter, so I confidently strode over to the tallest boy in my grade and asked him to dance. Luckily for me, not only did he say yes, but he also asked me to dance during every slow song thereafter. It was just about the most romantic thing that could happen to a seventh grader and it didn’t go unnoticed by our classmates. After being pressured to date throughout the whole night, he finally asked me out during the last song. After that, our love blossomed. He would hold my hand in the hallways, write me notes in class, and give me compliments, just like in the movies. At the time, I took this to mean that we were in love, though it’s easy to see in hindsight that what we shared was

As I grew up, I refuse to let the stereotypes people expect of those growing up in the South Bronx confine me. Since I have always been aware that where I live is usually referred to as dangerous and withholds those growing up here, I don't want to let where I live define me. This motivated me to do as much as possible, in and out of the classroom. Consequently, I decided to be a part of prom committee, be a volunteer, and work as an intern at my school. I began volunteering at the Hope Line Resource Center to assist those in the community. Furthermore, I volunteer in health fairs to spread awareness of the ways people can put their body in a healthier state with Urban Health Plan. I eventually became an intern in the clinic with Urban Health

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

The day before our two year anniversary started off like any other day we spent together. I patiently waited to see his utter excitement to see me, upon arrival, I waved my parents goodbye and found my way to the front door. The steps to the door felt different today than it had before, they originally gave me chills of excitement, but today they were lacking that quality. With each stride to the next step upward

Step 4: Made a conscious and fearless moral personal inventory of our racist actions and behaviors- Intended or unintended.

On that bright Saturday afternoon, everything was going great. Work was going smoothly and my friends were coming over that night. Everything was going just as I planned. I was basically the type of girl to want everything to go my way, but not in the super obnoxiously bratty way; in the stubborn way. Going out with my girls was going to be a huge hit. Despite the fact that there is nothing to actually do in our town in Florida, we are determined to make it one. As time rolled by, I was finally out the door; walking unsteady while still trying to accomplish putting my heels on correctly. This was about to be the best time of my life, or so I thought.

December 20th 2016 seven forty five pm, I was sitting in my room contemplating on what to wear, meanwhile i couldn't get out of my mind that i was going on a date with a popular, very attractive, yet very reserved guy. After long hours of searching for the best outfit ever i finally found out what i was wearing.Once i got it on, i remember my brother knocking on my room door, once i opened the door he had squirted red water out of his nerf gun all over my wonderful first date outfit. I was so enraged with him, after hours of searching for the right outfit it was all covered in red dyed water. Within the next few minutes my phone rang, and there he was my date saying he was on his way, i started diving into my sloppy closet searching and searching and i couldn’t find not one thing to wear. I started to get nervous and panicky. I called my friend Meagan and asked her if she had a cute outfit that i could borrow she showed me this most beautiful dress, it was all black lace, long ,sleek and fitted, I would most definitely be the most stunning girl at the restaurant. Meanwhile, I could not believe my eyes, I looked absolutely stunning. I shined like a black moon on beautiful,gleamy summer night, my hair blew in the winds breeze like a gusty autumn day. “Beep Beep”, there he was outside ready and waiting for me to come outside, it was like my prince charming arriving in his magical mystical chariot to pick up me the princess. When i got into his car, he wouldn't stop staring at me and he offered me a can of coke. Knowing me ofcourse i took the drink, I cracked a crooked smile and said “sure”. Once he gave me the soda he started making

I was sweating buckets, and my hands were shaking horribly. My makeup was done lightly, and my blonde hair was falling down my shoulders in loose curls. I wore a simple, navy-blue, knee-length dress. Lace covered the top part of the dress, and the spaghetti straps connected behind my neck in a crisscross pattern along my back. The bottom was flowy and allowed movement but was still clinging to my body. As for shoes, a pair of shiny black flats were the perfect fit.

The journey prior to this big day was a nightmare. It impacted my relationship particularly with my mom the most. Due to there being so many pieces that make up a sweet sixteen you are definitely going to need help. I had the help of my mom it worked out in the end but, we clashed a lot along the way. She had one vision and I had another; I wanted everyone to be starstruck when they walked and actually think they were spending a night in Arabia with me. My mom on the other hand asked my more than once to let go of this dream. I remember the exact words I told her “ You had your big sweet sixteen by choice and now I am choosing to do mine as well.” It seemed like nothing was going my way at the beginning, I started practicing the court dances 3 weeks before the day, got my dress two weeks before, and etc. Something I realized that night is that nothing will ever be perfect like you planned it. The amount of things that went wrong that day from being late to mass to the cake not being what I asked for but, none of that stopped that from being the best day of my life

When I got to the dance, I was just texting my friends while I was waiting for my date, then my date shows up and he gave me a corsage and I gave him a boutonniere, then my friends came up to us and said hi and took pictures together. After that my date was trying to pin his boutonniere while I was putting my corsage on, then my date and I went outside, because my date’s parents wanted to take pictures of us, after they took pictures, we went back inside and talked to friends for a while, after that we went to the gym and danced for a while, then we were hanging out with friends and took more pictures, after that we went to the lunchroom to hangout with other friends for a while, I was also talking to my date and getting to know him a little more,

The introduction of Twelfth Night, written by M.M. Mahood, provides a cultural setting for readers to better understand the play. Although Mahood wrote the introduction for Twelfth Night, the information also allows readers to appreciate the magical freedom that A Midsummer Night’s Dream encompasses. Mahood delves into the cultural significance of Puritanism early in the 17th century through the character of Malvolio. Although Twelfth Night is a comedy, the presence of morally strict Puritanism affects the lightness of the play. The Puritan Revolution took away the foolish fun and celebration in life. Mahood connects the cultural context with Malvolio’s objection of fun throughout the play. A Midsummer Night’s Dream is completely and utterly entertaining, fun, and provocative; the play is essentially everything Puritanism frowned upon. The cultural setting provided by Mahood allows readers to appreciate A Midsummer’s Night Dream for its magic, fantasy, sex, and pure foolishness because that was socially acceptable at that time.

Whether it was a wonderful experience or a terrible one, if you went to your high school senior prom, I am sure that it was a night to remember. For so many teenagers the prom is the highlight of high school. It is the one thing so many students look forward to. Many see it as a rite of passage into adulthood. For Amy L. Best, the author of "Prom Night: Youth, Schools, and Popular Culture", the prom is a perfect opportunity to explore teen identity and individuality. It is also a place to look at how this event speaks so much about today's kids.

I value my time to myself, and generally keep to within my close-knit circle of friends. Going to prom when the majority of my friends was not also coming as date-fillers was not exactly my idea of the perfect night out. All the quiet planning ahead my introverted mind had done to prepare for such a big social event had just flown out the window thanks to a single pretzel. Luckily, I had my best friend also in attendance. He, too, was a sophomore date-filler for our marching band’s drum major, who I was also my good friends with. They would both keep me company as I struggled to not succumb to my nausea. Meanwhile, the date I had filled for had abandoned me at the entrance to the venue to celebrate with her

It was New Year’s Eve, about fifty degrees outside, loud noise carried through the streets and echoed in the alley ways. There were parties on every block. That night, I had plans to go on a date with my crush from grammar school. So many things were going through my mind. What should I wear? How much make-up should I put on? How should I wear my hair? I was a nervous wreck. I was scared he was not going to like me, so I wanted to make sure my appearance was beautiful. He called later that night to cancel our date and said that he wanted to go to his