I don't know how it worked in everyone else's high school, but in our humble CCHS, the juniors planned the junior-senior prom in honor of the seniors. I was on the planning committee, and it was my idea to use the simple elegance of roses as our decoration theme. We juniors cajoled a local florist to give us a steal of a deal on an appalling number of roses with which to decorate the room where we held the prom. If I remember correctly, there were tables on each side of an aisle when you walked in. This aisle led to an open place in front of a stage where we could dance the night away. We planned and scheduled and decorated and finally it was THE night.
A friend of mine convinced me to go to a salon with her as she got her hair fixed. I opted on just getting my makeup done there. Unfortunately, that left me with very little time for my hair when I got home. (As you can see.) It didn't matter. Nothing could spoil my night.
My eleventh grade year was the only year I had boyfriends. There were two of them. One asked me out on and off until a few weeks before prom. When he stopped talking to me, I gave him back the class ring and hoped that someone else would notice that I was single. And yes, that someone else had a name. He was a senior, and his name was Jason. He did notice, and he did ask, and I had my prom date of my eleventh grade dreams.
It was a good night. Prom King and Queen were chosen based on who was "having the most fun," and I remember that a friend of mine decided she would have the most fun, did, and won the Queen's crown. I danced most of the dances with my Jason, and reveled in the simple, elegant, romantic decorations. It was definitely a night to remember!
This post is in conjunction with a history-recording summer-long party over at Mommy's Piggy Tales. We're writing about one memory from a particular year of our lives each Thursday until September 16. Here is my walk down memory lane so far:
First Grade Poem
Second Grade: Wendy and Me
Third Grade: I'll Never Cheat Again
Fourth Grade: SURE Thing
Fifth Grade: The Pageants
Sixth Grade: Dynamite Lines
Seventh Grade: The Year That...
Eighth Grade: Relationship with Jesus
Ninth Grade: Futile and Pursue
Tenth Grade: The Car
Also linked with Favorite Memories Friday, Things I Love Thursday and Just for the Joy of It.

Adorable.
ReplyDeleteWhat a lovely thing to remember. :)
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LaVonne
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you look gorgeous!
ReplyDeleteHow fun! We didn't have a junior prom, just the senior one (which I write about next week!). I would've loved to been on the decoratin/planning committee but our school government dealt with that- which I wasn't popular enough to be a part of. Unfortunately some of the dances had awful themes!! We only had the 2 formal school-wide dances each year- Turn-Around dance (girls ask boys) and Homecoming. Then ROTC had there thing, but you had to know someone to go with, and seniors had the prom- again a senior had to buy your ticket and take you. But I loved any chance to dress up!
ReplyDeleteWhat a good way to choose queen and king! Ours was basically a popularity contest- though we never did it for prom- just for homecoming.
You look so pretty!!!
ReplyDeleteGreat memory and I love the color of the dress! Very pretty!
ReplyDeleteI still think simple is best! Decorating with roses was a wonderful idea! What wonderful memories.
ReplyDeleteAhhhh...junior prom! I hadn't thought about junior prom in a long time. Glad you had a good time at yours - thanks for reminding me of mine!
ReplyDeleteyou are beautiful..love the color of the dress and you look so nice...
ReplyDeletea very sweet memory. Glad you had the date of your dreams
ReplyDeleteWe did the same thing at our high school. I remember well the year I was a junior and we planned the prom. It was a lot of fun.
ReplyDeleteGreat picture! I always love looking at prom photos (old & new). It's great to see the variety of fashions!
ReplyDeleteThanks for linking up last week for Friday Favorites!