Finally, we’ve hit mid-September. It’s homecoming season. You’ve been dreaming of your first high school homecoming dance ever since you were little and watched how amazing it is in all the movies.
Even though it’s over a month away from homecoming, you’ve had your “perfect” dress hanging in a special spot in your closet for two months (you made sure to buy it early so no one had the same dress as you). But now, it’s time to really prepare.
You started by making sure that no one in your friend group is wearing the same color as you. Little do you know, two of the girls in your group saw your dress and loved it so much that they bought the same dress as you, just in different colors. Another is wearing the exact same dress. This can’t happen, because your dress has to be completely different and better than everyone else’s, even though you bought it from a basic store like Windsor.
Continuing with prep time, you make sure you practice your hairstyle and makeup for hours every weekend up until homecoming, so you can make sure that you get it just right. Except that on the day of, you somehow mess up your makeup five times over and end up begging your friend to do it for you. You don’t even really like how she did it, but it’s better than nothing. You’re also having a terrible hair day, you can’t tame the hair no matter what you do, but you settle for a hairstyle that you also don’t really like, such as a half-up half-down poofy hairstyle.
In the weeks leading up to homecoming, you realize that you need a date. You ask around to some of the boys you know, but none of them actually want to go with you. You start to become delusional about having the “perfect” homecoming date. So delusional that you prepare the way you will say yes every night, and every time you see a boy walking with a poster, you think that they’re about to ask you to homecoming, no matter if they’re a freshman, like you, or a senior. Only for your heart to break as they ask their girlfriend of one year. So, in the end, since you can’t bear being the only one to not have a date in your group, even if that means that you go to the dance and take pictures with the “weird kid” at school.
Going back to your hoco prep, you make sure you plan with your friends about where you are taking photos and whose house you’re getting ready at. You weren’t able to all agree on a location and you end up being upset at each other, each girl gets ready on their own, which is a problem because now you have no idea that you’re going to be matching with half of your friends until you get to photos.
Upon your arrival at the dance, after checking in and being thoroughly pat down by security, you make it in. Except you were the last of your friends who made it into the dance and they all left you stranded with your weird date who won’t leave you alone.
After twenty minutes of looking for your friends, you finally find them walking around the dance. Once you all reunite, you decide to “dance” in the mosh pit, thinking “It’ll be fun”. It was fun, kind of. Despite the mediocre music, and being pushed, shoved, hit, and everything in between (all while a very sweaty senior guy keeps ramming into you while showering you with his sweat), you convince yourself that it was “fun”.
After the dance, you leave with your friends in hopes of finding a super cool party to go to. You originally planned to just find a party while at the actual dance. Little did you know, there wouldn’t be any parties other than one senior party that you’re definitely not invited to. So instead, you end up going to get some random fast food with your friends and sit at a park until you have to go home.
In the end, you decide, homecoming wasn’t as great as you expected. However, it wasn’t that bad…right?
