In view of Anna Arons' article about the uncertainty that awaits liberal arts majors after graduation, I thought I might do my part to alleviate seniors' stress by invoking nostalgia for a simpler time: senior year of high school. Specifically, senior prom.
Well, okay, I may have lied about the alleviating stress thing, because the goal of this post will actually be to stir up some righteous anger. And sure, a little nostalgia—but mostly righteous anger.
