Julia D’Rozario ‘24
New Media Editor
Barrister’s Ball may be the single most hyped event in the academic calendar. My desire to attend a Barrister’s Ball actually pre-dated my desire to be a law student… As someone who didn’t grow up in the US, I have been fetishizing the concept of the traditional American Prom for as long as I can remember. Specifically, I have spent the last twenty-four years manifesting the scenes from She’s All That[1]. I want an absurd promposal. I want to slow dance to ‘Please, Please, Please Let Me Get What I Want’ by The Smiths. I want to cry in the bathroom.[2] I want to be crowned prom queen. All of this to say — I am deeply delusional, and my expectations of Barrister’s Ball were extremely high, and also heavily skewed in favor of rom-com clichés.
Ultimately, Barrister’s Ball was not quite the movie-prom moment I envisioned — BUT — it didn’t end up mattering! It was a wonderful event in its own right. I spent time with my friends. I danced (just a little). I played the big piano in the hallway. I took approximately 50,000 photos. I spilled tequila sunrise on my camera. I visited the open bar just frequently enough that my high heels stopped hurting. Also, I got to wear a gown, and I will gladly accept any and every gown opportunity that presents itself. I wouldn’t change the experience. I sincerely look forward to another night to remember next year![3]
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jkd2dd@virginia.edu