A lesbian student in Mississippi who sued her school for the right to bring her girlfriend to the prom said she was sent to a fake prom instead.What a shitty, shitty thing to do, and what a lovely thing for Constance to say. I've mentioned before on my blog that I was made to attend "special lessons" at secondary school from the age of 14 because I was considered as an outcast and my teachers felt that I needed help with my social skills.
Constance McMillen, 18, that last month's invitation to an was a sham, saying that most students attended another dance organized by parents at a secret location.
"They had two proms and I was only invited to one of them," McMillen told the magazine. "The one that I went to had seven people there, and everyone went to the other one I wasn’t invited to."
"It hurts my feelings," she said.
Itawamba Agricultural High School cancelled its prom over the controversy sparked by McMillen's attempt to overturn the school's policy banning same-sex prom dates.
Las month, a federal judge ruled that the school district violated McMillen's constitutional rights, though did not reinstate the prom.
According to McMillen, the prom she attended was at a country club. She said of the five other students at the country club, two had learning disabilities.
"They had the time of their lives," McMillen said. "That's the one good thing that come out of this, [these kids] didn't have to worry about people making fun of them [at their prom]."
They basically had about a dozen of the kids from my year group who were the ones everyone bullied and made us make posters, or write on a blackboard our good qualities vs. our weaknesses. If anything it made us feel even more outcast than the rest of our year; it made us an even bigger laughing stock because when it came to "special lesson time" everyone knew where you were going.
I was not long ago diagnosed with severe social anxiety (in certain situations, it's hard to explain) and that's probably why I was so odd at school and such an outcast. I was different and so got treated differently, it's shit basically, but that's the way it was.
However, the one good thing that came from the special classes was friendship because the dozen or so of us formed a strong bond; some of us had learning difficulties or mental health issues but that didn't matter because in our little group nothing like that mattered. We'd all been humilated by the way we'd been treated by other students because we were all different in one way or another and because of this we knew exactly what the others had gone through.
Our motto was "don't let the bastards get you down." It was me that came up with it because it was a saying my Great-grandmother had passed onto my mum. So Constance, and anybody else who has ever been excluded by their peers because of who they are and what that are; don't let the bastards get you down.