I never went to prom, because my parents enrolled me in a private Islamic school that was mostly funded by wealthy North Jersey Arab-Muslim doctors and sizable tuition fees for each student.
The school wasn't really keen on the whole idea of boys and girls mingling in social events, kinda goes against the whole "no romantic relationships before marriage thing" in Islam, so prom was absolutely out of the question. And students had two kinds of responses to this: desperately wanting a prom and wallowing in misery, or thinking that prom sucks anyway and you're above such basic social nonsense. I opted for the latter mode of thinking, aka, the hater method.
And although I still maintain that the idea of prom is kinda dumb and cheesy, deep down inside I actually love cheese, so when I see a truly touching prom story, I get a little misty-eyed.