My homecoming this year was amazing and scary at the same time. Ever since I was a little girl I wanted to have the perfect high school experience and go to every dance with a gorgeous guy and have the time of my life. HOWEVER, my dad loves to move around. Right before my freshman year we moved to Birmingham Alabama. A brand new school to start my high school experience off with. As homecoming got closer, i began planning. Who I was going to go with, what i would wear, how i would do my hair, everything. I had everything planned when my half sister called, to inform us that her wedding would be the same day as my homecoming. I was absolutely devistated. I had to miss everything, the parade, the peprally, the dance. Then my sophomore year, i finally had my chance to go to homecoming. I bought a great dress, it was floor length with a slit in the front. It was navy blue and covered in sparkles. But at the last minute, i realized i didn't have a single pair of shoes that i could wear with it. So i had to settle for second best and wear an older black and white dress. It was a fun, but i still hadn't come out of my shyness. I didn't dance or 'let loose'. Then i moved again. This time to Tuscaloosa Alabama. We had homecoming very early this year, so i had very little time to pick a dress. Since my last two homecoming 'failures' i was absolutely determined to have a good time. I got the greatest little purple strapless dress and the prettiest silver heals. i had my entire night planned out: being a cheerleader, i had to stay until half time of the game, then i would go home, take a shower dry and curl my hair, and quickly do my make up. The only thing i had to fix was a date. So i picked out a great guy. He was taller than me (which is hard, seeing as i am 5'9) and had a great personallity. However, he cancelled on my at the last minute. So, i convinced my best friends parents to let her go to the dance with me. We ended up arriving about an hour late. I hadn't had time to curl my hair like i had wanted ( i live about 30 minutes from my school, so it took longer than i had planned). The dance was great. I had been talking to a guy friend of mine, and he had agreed to be my "date" for pictures. Unfortunately, when i got there, he was no where to be found. I was pretty upset that i had been turned down by two guys, but after i found out one of his lungs collapsed i felt horrible. ( so i visited him every day he was in the hospital). Over all, my Junior homecoming was great. It had it's ups and downs, and it was a little scary to know a class mate almost died, but it was a vast improvement compared to my two previous homecomings. Wow, i've written alot about my homecomings... I just home my Senior homecoming is everything I want it to be!