Getting Ever Shorter

March 26, 2009 at 7:17 PM 5 comments

Last night, my little brother in eight-grade asked me, “Who did you go to promo with?”

I almost laughed. Even in my year, there was a slight suspicion that you had to “go” with somebody (preferably of the opposite sex) to promo. Imagine my relief when I discovered that you didn’t have to get on your knees and ask a girl after all, and that you could simply go (no quotes this time) and cream everyone else in table soccer with the guys. Then later watch everyone else have fun because you were too “cool” (more like nerdy) let go and dance, freak, break, and any other number of vernacular expression. So it was with a certain amount of old-and-wiseness that I told my brother, “Nobody. You don’t ‘go’ with anyone to promo.”

But his question also brought to mind a certain phenomena that occurs with these year-end parties. In 5th grade, as we prepared to leave the one-room life of elementary school, we had a party called “Promotion,” which consisted filing into the room in organized lines to pick up a worthless and very misplaceable (can you find yours?) certificate of graduation.

In 8th grade, to celebrate our drop from the top of the grade-level food chain back to the bottom, we had a party called “Promo.”

And in our senior year, the will lop off yet another letter from “Promotion,” forming the much anticipated, single-syllable “Prom.” Why did tradition do this? I don’t know, but it seems to emphasize the limited amount of time you have left before entering the big world out there. Of course, its short length belies the big impact it has on our lives, whatnot with the tuxes and the limos and the dinners, and this time around you should “go” with someone.

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5 Comments Add your own

  • 1. oh you are planning to?  |  March 26, 2009 at 10:23 PM

    Well… i had different plans.

    I was going to stay home and play starcraft all night.

    I like how you used the word, “cream.”

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  • 2. Yeena(:  |  March 27, 2009 at 3:27 AM

    AWWW HE’S ALL GROWN UP NOW (:

    LOL yeah, i always wondered why the names were so as well.

    don’t ask what i’m doing awaked at 4:30am on a school-morning.

    Reply
  • 3. Snorlax  |  March 28, 2009 at 1:03 AM

    Yeena was probably typing her essay like all the other kids who were up at that time. Which is actually quite some number that I do not know. At least 4, almost certainly more.

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  • 4. Smeargle  |  March 28, 2009 at 7:54 PM

    Snorlax was probably snoozing like all the other snorlaxes who were up at that time. Which is actually quite some number that I do not know. At least 11, almost certainly less.

    Reply
  • 5. JAJAJA  |  March 31, 2009 at 9:13 PM

    repressed memories lol

    jkjkjk

    promo was pretty boring…

    Reply

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