I went to prom last night. Senior prom. It was bland at first, then it was so much fun. I jumped around like a dork, like a jumping bean. My hair was erratic and all over the place, but it was too much fun. I was eyeing the cute foregn exchange boy from Mexico, too. His picture hung up when he first got here isn’t the greatest, but he looks good. I wouldn’t say anything to him, of course. I am the most insecure person when it comes to that. Plus, he will be gone in a month and a half. Unfortunately.
At least he and the other foregn exchange student, Joanne from France, had fun here. America is better than what most put it as. You have to go to the little towns to find the good people.