A PROM TO REMEMBER

It was my JS Prom in February 2019, my junior year at Luis Bernardo Memorial High School.
Before the prom, I look for dresses everywhere, either to rent or to buy. Many days have passed
and I have yet to find the dress I want. If I can't seem to find the perfect prom outfit, I feel like
I'll die! So, my mother found a fantastic tailor close to where we live, and I asked her to sew my
prom dress. As weeks float by, the prom flutters.

When prom day came, I was ecstatic. I was dressed in a Filipiniana gown that sparkled like a
million stars. I can also picture those young women and men smiling and dressed to the nines.
Everyone's enthusiasm and nervousness are permeating our space, and I can sense it. That was
the night I was bursting with excitement. I was ready to go through an unusual experience—I
was about to dress a formal outfit for the first time. Then, my fellow classmates showed up. I can
still clearly remember my own group, with the girls looking classy in their dresses and the boys
looking spiffy in their coats and tuxedos. And because we trained as cadets for the Citizens
Army Training in grade 9, we all had scorched skin.

We got ready for our dance when the time came. My first time dancing the cotillion in front of a
massive crowd. My heart pounded so quickly that it felt like I was competing in the Olympics as
my hands began to sweat and shake. We had a thrill in our step, excitement and apprehension on
our faces, and joy in our hearts. When the waltz was finished, thunderous applause could be
heard throughout the plaza.

Without naming the prom princess and prince, the night would not be complete. Even though I
wasn't named the prom princess, I was nonetheless referred to as the star of the night.