• Okay this isn’t funny HA-HA as much as it’s just SAD.

    Now something you’ll have to understand is that my High School is considered an “Inner City School”. Most believe it’s because of the districting and the kids from the more…errr… “Hood”/”Ghetto” parts of the city are sent there even when they pass two high schools on the way to school. Another thing is that it has the highest drop out rate for our city. It’s like 20% which is ridiculous.

    I spent a better portion of my High School career as an outsider, so, when my prom came around I really did not want to go. My mom was all like “you have to go these are your memories” and “this is the kinda thing you’ll tell your kids about.”

    Well my Prom will be one of the things I tell my kids about, at least she was right about that.

    Well I was finally talked into going by a good friend of mine. I got a dress and my parents dropped me off at the airport Hilton, where we were having it, and I went in and met up with my friends. I had no date or anything I just went with my friends.

    Anyway, so about half way through the whole dancing, eating, having a good time stuff we’re supposed to be doing the DJ turns the music off and says something about us being evacuated because of a bomb threat.

    Yeah, we spent about 15 minutes outside on the grass waiting to be told we could go back in.

    Oddly enough the people there for the prom were the only ones told to leave the building.

    I think the hotel was trying to get rid of us for a couple of minutes.