I love the wide eyed unquestioning students who love prom.
I love the deeply angsty and embittered students who detest and resist prom.
And I particularly love the fence-sitting students who go to prom but exasperatingly shrug their shoulders and/or drag their feet through every single painful bit of it, one of whom said today in class, "Prom. I guess I am going because I have to go. I mean, it is like the Superbowl of High School."
Brilliant, my students are. Sages, every last one.
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