It was a bright spring morning in the 1980s, the kind that felt electric before the day even properly began. Sunlight poured through the tall windows of the University, bouncing off lockers plastered with neon posters and bold, blocky letters screaming PROM NIGHT—DON’T MISS IT! Everywhere you turned, color exploded: hot pinks, electric blues, acid yellows. The halls buzzed like a live wire.