One hundred twenty-five bobby pins, three-inch heels, a fancy dress, and a school-wide dance became the official send offs to my final year of high school. It is every girl’s dream to have that movie-like fairy tale senior prom.
After wearing three-inch heels for six hours straight … my arthritis came back with a vengeance. My knees were disgustingly swollen, my left ankle wasn’t able to support any weight, and I couldn’t move.
Mine was close.
Last Saturday, my school — along with 7 other schools in Nashville — opened their doors for the big night. Finding a limo was impossible, and getting reservations was a joke … but my friends and I somehow got everything organized. I had the dress and the picture group. All that was left was to find a date.
Going to an all-girls school and trying to find a date can be a very tedious task.
My date went to one of the schools whose prom was the same night as mine, which added another piece to the puzzle: trying to figure out how to split the night between our senior proms. After three weeks of planning, the big day finally came.
Our group of 38 high school seniors gathered for endless amounts of pictures, then we went to dinner and lined up for the dreadful presentation. Presentation at my school is the most nerve-wracking moment of our high school careers: each couple walks down a runway-like stage, then poses awkwardly for a picture in front of over 300 people. After Stephen (my date) and I survived this torturous walk, we dashed out, got in the car, and headed to his prom.
Amazingly, the night didn’t have one mishap. So much hype surrounds prom that I feared it would be a letdown or disappointment. However, mine lived up to all the expectations — and then some. Most importantly, I felt arthritis-free.
The next day, reality set in. After wearing three-inch heels for six hours straight … my arthritis came back with a vengeance. My knees were disgustingly swollen, my left ankle wasn’t able to support any weight, and I couldn’t move. Thankfully, I had my cocktail of medications to combat the symptoms.
Looking back, maybe flats would have been a smarter way to go — but senior prom only comes around once in a lifetime, and I wasn’t going to let my disease win. I wasn’t going to let arthritis ruin my night.