*footsteps approaching*
*a chair is dragged across the floor*
*a figure sits down and a light slowly reveals her identity*
Well. Hello again. It's been a while since we've last come in contact, hasn't it? Sorry about that. There's not really an excuse I can give except I seem to have forgotten my role as a blogger. Anyways. For any readers out there, I doubt there's many...you can see some major changes here, such as the template, but it's the changes that not many of you can see on the surface that I will be discussing in this post. Or more like just telling you.
Thus begins the story.
I do believe the last time I posted something on my blog was Valentine's Day. At least it's in the same year...*shrugs* So, what has happened since there? Well. I graduated from high school for one. I performed my last high school production, Pippin. Interesting musical, to put it nicely. Oh yeah, and I had a kick-butt summer.
Chapter 1
I can't say if the last stretch of high school was what I expected or not because I didn't know what to expect. Especially graduated from a school in a country you've only lived in for less than a year. It was an experience. One I wouldn't trade for anything, but maybe I would've done some things differently. Not sure what, but if I looked hard enough I'd probably be able to find something. It was all pretty much a blur, filled with rushed hangouts, rushed assignments, and rushing to finalize summer plans. Then there was prom. Which beat out my junior one in Dubai like Michael Phelps beat every swimming record in the Olympics. When the decorations committe goes all out and stays in theme (aka when moms do the decorations) not much else can go wrong, especially when the DJ actually plays good music and takes requests. Oh yeah, and there's slow songs. Yep. Junior prom kinda blew. But everything that was made wrong was set right here in Doha. :) So now we leave prom behind and fast forward to graduation. Leaving out AP exams because they happened before prom and something that puts you through that much stress is hardly worth mentioning. But I mentioned it anyways. So what you gon' do 'bout it? Well, graduation came and went and I got a diploma, cap and gown to prove it. Probably the weirdest most out-of-body experience I'll ever have. It was weird graduating with a bunch of people I'd only known for about a year when the people I've known for seven were graduating at the same time 8 hours away. As strange as the experience was, it was still quite sad. There were a lot of "lasts". The last time being on the stage, the last performance of the full Chamber Singers class of 07-08, the last moments of being a high school student. But amidst all of the "lasts", there were also "firsts", I guess, but I don't want to delve into that because then this will just sound unnecessarily corny. Graduation parties are what came next, starting with the Al Jazi pool party, and ending with my own grad party here at home. There were many goodbyes to be said, but again I rushed through them because I was so excited to start on my next chapter in Dubai, welcoming in the summer vacation. Just because I rushed through them, however, did not mean they weren't hard to do. For a person that's moved around quite a bit, I hate goodbyes. It's such a cruel thing, having to say goodbye to somebody you've worked at a friendship with especially when you don't know when you will see each other again. It's almost like cutting the thin string between your two telephone cans as you try to talk to each other from your respective house. The only time it'll be fixed is when you come together again.
Chapter2
After the "goodbye"s came a multitude of "hello"s. I cannot tell you how much joy it gives me to be back in Dubai, surrounded by my element - my best friends. My youthies. Those who I miss terribly. Going back this winter is going to be strange considering nearly all of them have moved on to start the university and other chapters of their lives. Anyways. Shout out to Jonny, the chauffeur of us all.
