The sense of community is perhaps commendable but everyone knows you're not supposed to get caught drinking at prom because late-in-senior-year drama is much anticipated and has to be satisfied. Cow-eyed, sheep-voiced Donna was an easy target.
My high school's drama was a sophomore who got caught smoking off campus at night and was threatened to get kicked out of the spring musical. Thanks to a crafty, sensible, and on-our-side principal, she missed one performance out of three, based on the reasoning that the three-week punishment would make an athlete miss about a third of a season. Thank you Mr. Sabatino, wherever you are. You were too good for our state-college-yet-eerily-Republican town.
Oh goody, hear comes Andrea in her double-breasted blazer to speak on behalf of the class. "Suspend Donna; suspend us all."
And now there's an extra wearing acid-washed paper-bag waist denim shorts with white sneakers and scrunch socks. Some of those LA kids were looking mighty stupid in 1993.
A board member has proposed that Donna can graduate as long as she goes to alcohol counseling over the summer. And the vote.... Nay. Aye. [Donna looks nervous.] Aye. Nay. [Breathless anticipation.] Aye. Yahoo! Hugs! High fives! Wild applause!
Genius. Free Peach Pit pie for everyone!
