Kathy to Hilary, June 11, 1972 cont., Tehran, Iran And then there was the crowning event of being sweet sixteen--the PROM! I had 2 hours notice (that Friend, he’s not a TAME lion, oh no) and ran around like a headless chicken getting ready--it was a total disaster--the way I looked, I mean, not the prom.
The prom. 
I went with my dearly beloved Afghan Friend and Kriton took Leslie, my Canadian friend. Have I mentioned her before? She was, and is, madly in love with Kriton and could hardly say a word all evening for joy. We also had the headmaster’s son and his sweetheart at our table. It was a huge table but no one wanted to sit with us because we all looked menacing, I guess.
We were all out of our natural environments because we are all sloppy (well, I am), always wear T-shirts and it was about the fifth time I’d worn a dress all year. Still, it wasn’t so bad, even though the music stank and the food stank and the boys kept visiting a bottle of Iranian Queen Catherine vodka they’d hidden in the men’s room. (The prom was at the Intercontinental Hotel). Lucky it was there, I guess, because if I had been allowed to partake I would have gotten disasterously (spelling?) sick. I like the dances we have in the school’s shoebox sized auditorium better, but it still was fun.
This brings up the sore point of the year which is our need for a new school, but everybody is too greedy to shell out for it, and it will probably be decades before it’ll be built. I think I will try to be involved in more extra-curricular activities at school, especially since it seems that colleges consider that more now than grades.
We’ll probably be leaving next summer so I doubt that I can get my Baccalaureate--I want it so badly! I’ll take the British GCE exams next year in the vain hope of passing them and then enrolling in a English university or possibly (HA HA) Oxford or Cambridge.
There is of course the problem of a CAREER. What about you? The Guidance Counselor says I show interests in literature, social work, mechanical and outdoor work and none at all for professions involving math, or clerical stuff. She also said that I could succeed at anything I tried but that I am extremely lazy because everything has been easy for me so far. (See, you’re not the only lazy one.)
That is enormously heartening but it doesn’t help me in finding some alternative to being a housewife. (I misplaced my favorite pen--and this one is about to give up the ghost, there it goes, as you see, it has.) I get the horrible feeling that housewifery is some trap that is waiting to ensnare me--all this great intellect would be wasted! ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha Who would marry me anyway?
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