I’ve been to a prom. Like an actual, real, American prom in America like you see in the movies. Sharp suits, posh frocks, and no alcohol whatsoever. It was kinda fun, apart from the PA warning when we were leaving telling us to be careful on our way home as there’d been increased gang activity in the area.
We had one in 1981 year4, but it was called end of year disco.
I left school in ’88 and I’m pretty sure it was still a “disco.” From memory it involved turning up, standing at the edge of the school hall perving over all the girls who were dancing, then going home again. Halcyon days.