Comments on: Why You Must Never, Never Speak Ill Of The Prom

By: J.L. Powers

J.L. Powers — Sat, 29 Aug 2009 16:16:52 +0000

I was homeschooled. People used to ask me, “Aren’t you sorry you can’t go to the prom?”

A) I could have gone to the prom if somebody had asked me. It’s not like there were bouncers at the doors asking, “Are you homeschooled? Because if you’re homeschooled, GET OUT and STAY OUT.”

B) Prom, frankly, never interested me. It might interest me now that I’m 35. Not prom, exactly, but the social dynamics that go on there. At 16 or 17, I was more interested in books.

C) The closest I ever came to a prom-like situation was on a ski trip with my youth group. One of the guys brought a strobe light. The cool kids would sit in a room chatting (or making out? I don’t know) while the strobe light blinked on and off. The one and only time I went in that room was the day they rummaged through a girl’s luggage and flung her bra around the room in the blinking silver and black strobe lights as they danced. This went on for awhile while I tried to figure out what they were flinging around. Finally, one of the youth group leaders tore into the room and turned on the light. She grabbed the bra and held it in one fist over her head. “YOU SHOULD BE ASHAMED,” she screamed at us, handing the bra back to the girl who owned it. Sobbing and shaking, that girl tucked it back into her suitcase while I slunk out of the room, hoping the youth group leaders wouldn’t think I was one of the kids who’d been publicly playing with a girl’s underwear.

Okay, okay, I KNOW that incident is not very prom-like, but it was the only time as a teenager that I was in a room with a strobe light on and kids dancing.

By: Brodi Ashton

Brodi Ashton — Thu, 27 Aug 2009 01:20:04 +0000

I love the dress. I will never disregard fashion advice from you, ever again.

By: Bree Despain

Bree Despain — Thu, 27 Aug 2009 00:39:00 +0000

Thank you for posting the pic for us, Em! Ah, high school memories. Eek, nineties fashion.

Just kidding, you are adorable!

By: Lisa

Lisa — Wed, 26 Aug 2009 17:06:12 +0000

I need to see more pics of Emily Wing-the High School Years! You are a smokin hottie Em! LOVE the hair, dress, corsage that goes up to your elbow–so classic UTAH! And I love hearing the memories of your Prom. Everybody’s got them!

By: Anne Bowen

Anne Bowen — Tue, 25 Aug 2009 23:58:12 +0000

Blue is definitely your color, Em, re: your Blue Moon dress. Who cares what Sara thinks about your hair? I think you look lovely, like Cinderella at the ball.

By: BouncerGirl

BouncerGirl — Tue, 25 Aug 2009 13:51:43 +0000

We never doubted that you had a date! But of course we had to see pics! Awesome.

By: holly cupala

holly cupala — Tue, 25 Aug 2009 04:29:34 +0000

Ohhh! Did you bring back memories. The hair! The dress! My date just friended me on FB…ah, the weirdness of the past. This post almost made me laugh myself off the chair. Thanks, Emily.

By: Sabrina

Sabrina — Tue, 25 Aug 2009 03:33:19 +0000

That photo is priceless, as is this entire entry.

I noticed that the Adam in the book didn’t have the same personality as the Adam I know. The one in the book was an awesome, sympathetic rebel, whereas the Real Adam is an awesome, shy rebel.

Will you e-mail me a copy of that photo with higher resolution? I’d like to use it, you know, for purposes including but not limited to torture.

By: Emily Laws

Emily Laws — Tue, 25 Aug 2009 03:25:22 +0000

Oh dear! How I remember Adam. Driving to his house. Staring at his house…oh the memories.

By: Mary

Mary — Mon, 24 Aug 2009 19:41:34 +0000

What great memories Emily. I can’t believe Adam is living in New York, WOW. I think there was one more very important thing you left out of your prom reminiscence, didn’t you kinda break your foot that night, or something. That was big. Love ya.