prom night, and once again, I don’t have a date. This time, it’s
because my husband is home with our 3-year-old, who is, I hope, in bed.
Usually my Fridays end around 9 p.m., when I fall asleep on the couch
while watching TV, but tonight is different: it’s nearly 10, and I’m
not even in my jammies. I’m going to the Pratt Prom, a dance that
Katherine Black ’10 and her fellow RCs have put together for the Class
of ’11. It will take place in Charles Pratt Dormitory. There will be a
band, a DJ, a dozen cakes and sparkling cider for a midnight toast.