Did you sit at the cool kids table in high school surrounded by the popular kids?…..or did you sit alone wondering when the prom queen or hunky jock was finally going to recognize you? You have to admit you knew exactly who you were in high school. You knew your place.

It’s prom season once again and for many that’s equivalent to sticking a knitting needle in your eye socket and going to bed with a migraine. We all know that maneuvering within the social confines of a high school society is a little like penetrating a secret cult. By the time you figure it out it’s time to graduate. Chances are that prom queen never did see beyond the metal mouth and the slight brush of acne. The question I pose is this….do you ever leave high school behind? Are you doomed for a life of quiet desperation and acceptance…. or a life of “what-the-hell-is-wrong-with-these-people….I was in the popular clique?”

It’s amazing how some people still gauge their status by their high school “cool”.  Some people are true professional successes who never feel good enough and others are still waiting for life to hand them the prizes they feel entitled to. I hadn’t really given high school a thought until  my writing partner and I watched a ton  of  teen movies as a background for a screenplay. We had to ask the question What the hell happens to all the mean bitchy prom queens in the movies? And why is everyone so obsessed with high school? We made up a questionnaire, passed it around, and were blown away by the answers.

High School is pretty much a common experience. But can you leave it behind and get on with your life? I thought I did. I loved high school until my Air Force dad brought us from England to the Bible Belt. So I can see both sides. We want to know your deepest secrets about high school. We want to know those stories of glory and heartache. Anonymous, of course. E -mail us directly promqueenforever@aol.com or give us an answer here. Our posts will be take a look at the common groups that our survey designated. You know, the cheerleaders, the jocks, the bad boys, the bandies….and of course, the prom queens. So brush off those tiaras and football trophies , clarinets and leather jackets…..class is about to start.