Guess who's in that murky stage between high school and college where part of our identity disappears along with our school days?? Class of 17!!! Woohooooo!!
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wow why didn't I post this before today? Oh right. Because prom ended up being right in the middle of all my testing. hOw fun. Somehow, someway, we have managed to make it out of the IB program alive -- though our souls have been sucked out, our hearts have turned to stone and most of us lack some vitamin D.
This year has been one hell of a ride. It had its good times, its stressful times, our tears and our smiles. I have committed to go to the University of Florida majoring in Computer Science (yikes.) I didn't post much this year, which is ironic because I have done a lot more over the last school year than ever before (but maybe that's why I didn't post...) Tons of pictures soon to come :) 3 years of sharing Indian dresses, smuggling in the last bits of samosas, and practicing dances last minute, we finally made it to our senior year ISA festival. After waiting from freshman year to lead the senior dance, I finally had my chance. And boy was it not as easy as I imagined. Despite knowing my senior class quite well, getting all the participants to come to all the practices was nothing less of a headache. After months of weekday practices and still barely completing on time. It was showtime. Here you go :) hAnd one dance was obviously not enough for me, I just needed to go ahead and do two more. One bharatanatyam with Niyati, going back to my roots. And one with Sebastian, so that when he becomes a world famous dancer, I can proudly tell my kids that I had danced with him. Mr. Jones' got a couple good pictures too :)
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