A Milestone Weekend

Another milestone of my senior year has come to pass.

That Fashion Show was quite a party, I tell ya. I had a grand old time dancing and singing and running up and down that runway, and I think my classmates has a pretty swell time as well. I'll be honest - I'm going to miss singing "The Chain," and I'm going to miss Wawa runs between practices, and I might even miss slipping around on the hardwood floor of the dance studio where we practiced.

I have some great memories from Fashion Show. Not only do I have choreographed dances to "Time Warp" and "Mambo #5" in my back pocket should the need ever arise, but I also have a great sense of camaraderie and friendship with those folks I spent so many hours with. You can't fall flat on your bum in front of a lot of people without becoming their friend. As the saying goes, the family that dances together stays together (I think).

And yet another landmark occasion came and went this morning: during first period, the seniors celebrated 112 days until graduation (though I have been informed that there are only - gasp - 106 days until that dreaded hour). It was fun to gather in the cafeteria, eat doughnuts, dance, and catch up. But in a way, it was kind of bittersweet. It's a reminder of the impending end of my high school career, a part of my life that I have loved and do love so dearly. It's a little scary to think that in less than 106 days, I'll be officially done with high school, I'll know where I'm going to college, and I will have gathered with all of my classmates together for the last time.

But now is certainly not the time to think about that. There's plenty ahead of me yet!

Seniors Own the Runway

Every Sunday since about Christmas (with the exception of one or two that I spent college visiting), I reported to a dance studio in Broomall. I spend one or two hours each Sunday dancing, a rather astonishing feat considering my absolute lack of expertise (or experience, for that matter) in that particular art form. Why, you ask? Well, it's Fashion Show time.

The O'Hara Fashion Show is a veritable and revered tradition among O'Hara's seniors. Don't let the name mislead you - though there is, of course, modeling of fashions from Zinni's of Philadelphia, Iaccobucci's, and Boscov's, the Fashion Show is much, much more than that. It's something of a variety show - the seniors get together to sing, dance, and perform skits. It's an all-around great time.

Tomorrow is the big day, the day of the Fashion Show. Tomorrow, over a hundred O'Hara seniors will strut their stuff for friends, family, and admirers. Tomorrow, our months of blood, sweat, and tears - okay, there was little blood and really very few tears - will pay off. I never though the day would come where I would get up in front of several hundred people and make a valiant attempt at cutting the rug, as the  young'uns say, but tomorrow is that day. Additionally, I get to sing a very pretty song by Ingrid Michaelson called "The Chain." I'm quite excited.

After an all-day rehearsal today, during which I got to watch every number in the show, I think you should be excited too. This lovely event takes place tomorrow at the Springfield Country Club. A limited number of tickets are still available for the 1 PM and 6:30 PM shows and can be purchased at the door. You don't want to miss this, folks!

For more info about the Fashion Show, click here! For a photo galleries of Fashion Show practices, click here!