When asked in your political science (honors section, may I add) if you’ve ever encountered Plato’s Apology before:

“What? What do you mean I’m one of two people? This wasn’t part of your first year seminar curriculum…

…Oh right.”

The inner monologe that occurs after First Year Seminar… aka when you realize what is really going on in bhsecers minds.

So, I figured a good follow up to Iliana’s post on prom would be…after prom.

When we went to prom, I talked to a bunch of friends. What would they be doing after prom? Possibly going to a hotel, hanging out with a few friends, classyass shit. Maybe the extent of their shenanigans would amount to a shared bottle of wine. 

I thought ours would be similar…okay, that’s not true. But 30 dollar entrance fee with “music”? Should be legit. Right? WRONG. All the guys got patted down at the door. First hint that this would be mad sketch. Also, it was in an undisclosed address in Brooklyn that no one had ever been to before. Um…okay. Then, the rest of the night amounted to strobe lights, hidden liquor in soda bottles and people hooking up and getting sick. Oh, and dubstep. Duh. 

Just your average high school party. 

Complete with it getting broken up two hours in. 

And kids, this is why a bunch of us decided to get chocolate chip pancakes.

This past weekend was Bhsec prom, and I feel that is a decent place to start explaining where we deviate from the norm. 

Normal H.S. Prom looks like,

please note the formal attire, the royalty photo (literally, this is a photo of a prom royalty). 

Meanwhile, at Bhsec prom…

this is the usual:

and if you’re more fancy than the girl below, then you’re overdressed. 

“How do you dance?”,you asked. Here are some gifs to explain our moves. 

We’ve got them sweet moves…

There seems to be a wealth of experiences that are gained through the tough High School years. Yea, We didn’t actually have those… 

We’re 2 ladies willing to share what we didn’t have during our time at Bard High School Early college. 

BTW, High School building, we didn’t have that. We had an elementary school building, fit with kindergarten sized toilets. 

(Second of the ladies here) College (well, our second colleges) was a different world. Oftentimes we could be out of the loop. APs? What were those. Social life? Markedly different. I suppose there were lots of things our college mates didn’t get about us. We had had a different experience. Not that different is bad. But this blog is devoted to the things we discovered about high school after high school.