They M.0.cked Me as the Janitor’s Daughter Every Day—But On Prom Night, I Arrived in a Gown and Limousine That Left Everyone Speechless
When the social hierarchy felt as rigid as cement, and your name landed on the wrong side of it, high school could be a particularly cruel place. I learned this lesson early, standing in the hallways and watching the children of wealthy families—the ones whose parents seemed to control half the town—laugh at me. My…