I’ve come out the other end of what is probably the Ultimate Teen Movie Trope both endeared and underwhelmed. I can’t quite figure out whether I loved the experience or if I’m disenchanted by the whole thing. Alas, I went, and I don’t regret going. It was fun to see everyone dressed up to the nines. As for me, I don’t plan on putting that much effort into a single day again for a very, very long time.
In the spirit of prom season, though, I’ve been buying a lot of (unrelated) things–physical copies of books I’ve already read (no way I wasn’t going to bring The Secret History with me to school in the fall)*, a graduation dress, a pair of heart-shaped sunglasses which have accidentally accompanied my sister back to college**, and a journal. That’s right, I’m journaling now. How faux-artistic of me, right? But more on that later. In the meantime, let’s mourn my dwindling childhood. Next up: graduation. -L
*A list of comfort books I plan on bringing to college is coming soon.
**My main motivation in buying the sunglasses was to feel more in touch with Lana Del Rey. Guilty.