The Time I Crashed Homeschool Prom

Living in Oklahoma, there's not really a lot to do on the weekends. No music festivals, not really a lot of concerts, and if you're under 21 there's a lot LESS to do, besides seeing The Hangover for the 5th time in a row in theaters. So my friends and I like to make our own fun/adventures/moonshine to entertain ourselves. This is how we sometimes almost get arrested.

It was the Friday night before Spring Break, and a few of us were roaming around campus, trying to find something to do.

We were hanging out by the University Center and noticed these two girls sitting outside in formal dresses. The were sitting and talking so we went up to them. They told us they were at Prom and since our University hosts local high school proms sometimes we asked them what school they were from.

After unsuccessfully trying to talk to the two girls, they went inside. We then realized what we had to do. We had to re-live our high school days and crash the Home-School prom. It was the perfect plan. Hidden in plain sight. No one would reveal our true identities since no one would know that we were impostors. This was serious business. We synchronized our watches and said that we would meet back up at the UC in 15 minutes. My roommate and I went back to our house and put on our formal dresses and slapped some makeup on our faces. We raced back to the University Center and tried to form our plan of action.

We ended up on the 4th floor, trying to find a way into the dance without anyone suspecting that there was anything out of the ordinary. We sent Marco out to investigate.

Without following him. He called us to let us know security was lax. We then had to do or die- if not crash the prom then to retrieve Marco. So we walked into the ballrooms like we knew exactly what we were doing and started snapping pictures.

We ate the chocolate covered strawberries and drank punch, danced in the middle of the floor while taking pictures. We even got professional pictures taken. A few parents might have been suspicious, but whenever the dance ended, they didn't say anything to us. We never got caught, and it was probably one of my favorite memories of college ever.

xoxo Malory