It was a night of glamour and beauty. A night that no junior could ever forget. It was a night when the juniors finally break out from their shells and have shown their best foot forward. Long gowns and Americanas were a usual sight in the Sabin hall. The plainly undecorated hall of the Sabin Hotel turned into a flamboyant setting. It became a place of enchantment and splendor. The juniors were changed from being naughty and childish to finally becoming mature and responsible persons. The sprightly young boys and girls were transformed into elegant ladies and gentlemen. It was as if every junior has morphed into someone more refined and self-effacing. On that night they became well mannered and decent while still enjoying the festive event. Their rudeness were buried somewhere, in a place no one could find.
The evening started with the processional march where everyone entered the hall with grace and elegance. The event started with a prayer was from a senior and a junior while everyone remained silent. During the whole event, it was very pleasing to see junior boys accompanying girls to the comfort room to show respect and guidance, especially that it was hard for them to walk with their high-heeled shoes. When the cotillion started, everyone waltzed gracefully until a surprising Tango and Reggae dance was rendered by the juniors and seniors. Everyone delighted in the cotillion. The night was coming to an end when everybody had his or her dinner ready. Each table of seniors and juniors bonded with each other, savoring an unforgettable moment of their lives. The proficient seniors had indeed became the juniors role models during the night. We all pay heed into whatever the seniors, the honorees, would say. That grandiose event was for them, as a sign of our honor and respect. It was our opportunity to express our heartfelt gratitude to the seniors; the “ates” and “kuyas” who have made us feel guided.
The whole event was not only about glamour. It wasn’t merely about who looked alluring and handsome that night. It wasn’t about the food served or the persons who prepared the whole event. For in the eyes of a junior it was a fruit of ones dedication and work. With the endless support of or dear mentors, the event was something a junior student must be proud of. It was one of the greatest achievements, which should forever be cherished. And more than the wonderful things seen during the prom were the great experiences behind it. Experiences of all the efforts exerted, decisions made, opinions expressed and friendships bonded.
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yep, it felt good, the prom did.. You end up asking yourself "did i help make this happen?" or "was that me?"
Definitely a night to remember, an experience to cherish and a bond of friendship to value..
Now that am already a senior, i still look back and smile, thinking of that event and slightly hoping for it to happen again=)lol
hi.
just wanna say a BIG THANKS to the blogger;]
I was assigned to lead the prayer for the JS prom. And with the help of your article,I was inspired.and I've made it;]
thanks..
GODBLESS!
I congratulate, your idea simply excellent
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