The Return of the Prom King - Part I

Welcome back everybody! It's been about one year since the last one of these, but the time between has definitely been well-spent. Well, let's get started on the journey, shall we?


5:15 AM: My alarm clock went off and I got ready for the day. At 6:15 I got to school and got on the bus after chilling with the Scholars' Bowl kids (who unlike myself were going to the Snead State tournament, the last one of the season). Dereck and I did some hardcore studying of the entire modern history of Mexican politics.

Then we went to the culture bowl competition after arriving at the University. Oh my goodness! The questions were SO short and easy. We lost to JCIB then beat them later! Ha! Then James, Dereck, and I hung out in the SGA president's conerence room and talked and drank free Sprites from the "dance." Then we went to this spiffy-looking old-school room that was randomly in the hall. Then we went back to the original meeting place and I watched plays with some random kids from Altamont.

So, we all clapped for all the awards and got on the bus and got home at about 10 PM. I drove and a few minutes later, my mom and sister showed up with Kristi* from the airport! We hung out and watched some of The Cosby Show, then went to sleep.

*Kristi is a girl I knew from Texas; when I was a freshman, she was a senior drum major. She flew down from Wingate University in North Carolina to come to prom with me.

8:15 AM: I wake up yet again! Shower, breakfast with Kristi (Mom made eggs and sausage and biscuits, but then again, I don't eat breakfast), then off to the Roundhouse! Once we got there and all the other SGA kids showed up, we made sure that we were competent enough to stand in a line and walk up the stage, which we should have done some other time than 9 AM on a day when we'd be awake until wee hours of the night. It was ridiculous.

After that, we went to the Honorable House of Daniel Jones - which had no air conditioning - for some good 'ol relaxation and reminiscence. Jones and Fattell were there and Jones rocked out on his ukulele and piano. He kept offering us milk and coffee because apparently he's back on the coffee addiction. We did a little live rendition of The JR Song for Kristi. Then Fattell left to get his prom-prommy crosage (corsage? cossarge? car sick?) and we left, too.

Next, Kristi and I went to my sister's soccer game, which was warm. Then we went back home, where Kristi took a nap and got dressed. Mom tried to talk us out of the Bell and go to Casablanca instead, but after all this planning there was no going back now. So we - darn it, my mom made us take pictures in front of the fireplace and it was so prommish! - got in the car and left.

Woo hoo! The real story begins!

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