I know I'm in the right school when a pepfest is twenty kids on the lawn pretending to be excited about a sport, the snacks at the 'dance' include dunkaroos and gushers, and it's totally acceptable for me to wear a dress with leaves on it. After busting out my sick dance moves for 3hrs at the official homecoming dance, I learned how to dance regae with my friends from jamaica and the bahamas and nigeria. I love it. Three guys and me in a dorm room blasting reggae music and after-partying for probably another 2+ hours. Let me just say that we were definitely having more fun than Kermit's "I'm going to put vodka in milk and sit around wasted" roommate.
And then there was salsa dancing with Costa Rica and Jamaica till about 6am.
Oh, and did I mention that I was sailing from 10am-4pm?
I'm tired. And I can't feel my legs.
Goodnight ocean,
love,
whitney!
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