I go to high school

I know I make fun of my school a fair amount; I tend to make fun of everything, so If figure why leave out good ole Stickle (if the tech guy can call it that, so can I). With the paternalistic attendance requirements, limits on test formats, and now possible new required bar courses, I’ve often compared the school to a high school. I was at least semi-joking, until today. Apparently this school that is attempting to train a class of successful attorneys, wants to have a prom (if you really like the idea of the prom and will get offended by reading my anti-prom rant, please go to a more productive, less offensive site). That’s right, a friggin’ prom. In high school, I can see how dressing up and going to a fancy party can make everyone feel grown up, but aren’t we supposed to actually be grown up?

If the date I would bring is my high school sweetheart with whom I might get to go to an all night after party, that’s a prom. If my date is my wife and afterward we go back to our apartment like I do every night, that’s pathetic. At least the high school students can hope for a happy ending to the evening. I know I’m cynical and perhaps the only person in the school who doesn’t like the prom, but, as Professor Bergin will now attest, I’m just a heartless bastard.