Karma kicked some serious booty last weekend.
You see, Our Humble High School held its Prom on Friday. A rite of passage, a nest of hormones, a testament to some that these 4 years comprised the "best days of our lives," but which caused others to utter, "Thank the Good Lord I'm moving on."
Our senior class decided to shake things up a bit this year. The kids took a trip~down Memory Lane, for some & to a re-run of "Mean Girls" for others~and decided to elect a Prom king & queen. This antiquated tradition had been in mothballs for some time, so members of the Class of 2010 wanted to give "the old ways" some airing.
Actually, what I think they really wished to accomplish was to take a reading on that good ol' Popularity Barometer.
As I've said in this space before, the so-called "popularity" of one high school cherub over another is merely a measure of that first child's confidence. Then the others just resort to following the Popular Kid around and basking in the glow of being cool by association.
Well, the PKs of Our Humble High School knew for a fact that they had the lock on this Prom royalty janx. I didn't witness this first-hand, but I was told later that one of the nominated couples was seen doing a little personal grooming right before the announcement. Freshening the makeup & the hair gel, as it were.
Most of senior class was quite attentive for the announcement, considering that the results were so obviously a foregone conclusion. Cue the drumroll, please.
Let's just say that a ton of PKs cried in their proverbial punch that nite. Turns out that two of my very own journalistas~smart, witty, and truly Beautiful People~won.
I'm told that my cherubs had undertaken a movement to push the PKs off their self-proclaimed pedestals. When online voting commenced at the dance (yes, even Prom has gone high-tech these days), they actually lobbied for the newspaper kids.
Of course, the best folks won. And quite a few Plastics had to reassess their so-called popularity.
Such is the tenuous grasp some have on reality. The PKs~some of whom had been worshipped & adored since elementary school~were left with only the memories. And no tiara to wear into the future.
The snap above is from my own quasi-confused senior year. Observing high school from the other side of the desk is so much more fun than the first time around.