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>I had a group of friends in High School that I had formed a club with my Freshman year: The Seventeenth Century Novelists Enthusiasts Club. It sounds as nerdy as it was. For prom, we were allowed to go as juniors. My group of friends all wanted to dress up as/cosplay 17th Century French revolutionaries, cravats and all. My mother wouldn't let me. She drug me out to a dress store and sat on me until I picked something out. Night of, I was one of 3 girls in our group who didn't dress as an ode to Victor Hugo. Looking back, I am immensely grateful to my mother. Some of our junior prom photos are still on facebook and I occasionally look at them to feel better about myself...