irony

An issue was raised today at school. We were talking about 'gala nights', or fancier 'prom night'. We were discussing to what extent a teacher should get involved in the matter. Most came to the conclusion that they do not ever want to get involved in this matter. I, however, have no idea. It is so weird now that I have to rethink this over in the eyes of a teacher. I used to think that having a 'prom' at the end of the year WAS everything. It is something students look forward to at the end of their school year. It marks the end of the school year, the beginning of a new journey. It is something to reminisce back to when we're older.

Ofcourse it is a popularity contest. You cannot deny that. The best dressed wins, the prettiest of the bunch wears the crown, the handsome-est gets the attention of all the girls.. y'know, the cliches. It is fun indeed. Students get all worked up over a dress, a tux, the hair, the makeup. Such fun. Come the awaited night, everyone turned up, all glammed up, looking gorgeous and fine. Then comes the food, the dancing, the winners. Everyone's happy, enjoying what they think is the most glamorous night of their life.

So what's there not to like?

Reality. Not every human being is passive, who listens to what you're saying and follows every rule. There will always be a bunch of 'black sheep' amongst the white crowd and spoils everything. Such pity.

Back then I was all around promoting the prom night, literally begging for friends to come to our prom, promising them great fun. But now, I will be the one to discourage them from going. Irony irony.

If I can just find a way to herd those strayed sheep back to the right fold.