Name: Anya Strzemien
High School: Miss Porter's
The year was 1997. My hair was cut in a bob (which I recently went back to) and my date had bleached hair. The look I was going for was "suburban punk rock." I went to an all-girls school in Connecticut and didn't know many boys, so I asked Chris, whom I had briefly dated in kindergarten, to escort me and he graciously obliged.
Like any 17-year-old questioning authority and convention, I thought prom was a little silly and refused to buy a new dress for it. So I borrowed that red dress from my best friend Lindsay. I still refuse to buy new dresses for a single event. It's expensive and wholly uncreative. Borrowing is my best friend.