Prom-
One of the most looked
forward to experiences of a teenager’s life. The one extraveagant night has numerous magazine spreads dedicated to the event. Everyone deserves that special night even teens with disabilities.
The opportunity arose
after speaking to my friend Amanda at cheerleading practice. “I’m going to prom, she said. “With who?” Sam Cope, he’s a mentally challenged
kid in my mother’s class. Amanda’s mom, Mrs. Otto was a special education teacher working with kids who need learning
support. “Amanda, that’s such a nice thing to do. I’d love to do something like that.
The next day, during
directed study, Mrs. Otto pulled me out of the class room. I thought I was in
trouble. She must have noted my concern because she said, “oh don’t
worry you’re not in trouble. I was just curious, would you bee interested
in going to prom. There’s this kid in my class Eddie, he’s not mentally
challenged, but he has cerebral palsy. He’s a really sweet kid. He already asked someone and she turned him down. I was just
looking for someone to go with him and show him a good time. “I’d
love to,” I told her. “Well would you like to meet hum now,”
she said. “Sure,” I responded.
So we walked over to her classroom. She pulled him out of the class room,
and Mrs. Otto introduced us. “Eddie, this is Morgan. She’s a sophomore and on the cheerleading squad with Amanda.
Would you like to ask her to the prom?” she said. Shyly, Eddie said,
“Would you like to go to prom with me?”
Mrs. Otto then walked
me back to my directed study. She said, “I appreciate that you’re
doing this. Everyone deserves a good time at prom and it takes a confident and
secure person to be bold enough to go with someone who has a disability.
Immediately, I texted
my mom. At first, she did not believe me.
She though I was pulling a prank after she tried to convince me that my grandmother go tattoo. Slowly, she came to the realization that I was telling the truth.
I decided to wear my long red gown. And I ordered a white rose for a bootineer. Over the next couple of weeks, I became more excited as the event neared.
Eddie and I became email
correspondents. He would email me things like, “hi how are you doing? wrere you in schoolto today ? i hop you are doing good.”
