Prom 2010

So, last Friday was Y11 Prom night. A rite of passage; an occasion that signifies the end of obligation within the education system and a given sense of freedom. We made an appearance because Chris' band was scheduled to play. As we arrived, however, I was greeted with a situation that incensed me.

A group of, maybe, seven girls had decided they had had enough; they were insisting upon leaving before the Headmaster had even made his speech and the music and dancing had begun.

Now, I don't doubt that the Y11 Prom does not fit with any 16-year-old's idea of a wild party; however, I do believe that it is something that they should appreciate, if only for the amount of money that their parents spend on their attire and transport. I am sure that these girls probably were bored and wanted further excitement elsewhere, but could they have not stuck it out for another half hour? No. And, despite the best efforts to get them to stay from a member of staff, they left, claiming to not care that there was (albeit a very slim) chance that they may well regret leaving earliy.

A classic example of thoughtlessness and self-centredness: if I'd acted in such a way at my leavers' dinner (it wasn't really 'prom' back then), my mum would've made her disgust and disappointment known. Very clearly.