Thou then wert our parent, the nurse of our soul... (A thank-you post)
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To my parents, in whose footsteps I couldn't be prouder to follow.
To my grandmother and late grandfather, who have been working for this moment for the past fifty years.
To my grandmother, who sewed my dance costumes.
To Lucian, the first friend I met here, without whom I would not have found the path I did. I'm so glad we're doing this next thing together.
To Christina, without whom I would not have survived with sense of humor intact. Thank you, friend.
To Ava, who was always there to lend an ear and set my heart true. You're still a klutz and a derp.
To Julia, who could be counted on to be in the audience whenever her blockmates were sweating under the lights. I can't say in words how much I appreciated it.
To Miriam, the stalwart rock of our blocking group.
To Grace, who lit up the room. Smartypants.
To Claire, who had the kindest words. I'm glad I got to know you in the end.
To Joy, who kept being there when I turned around.
To Michael, for wonderful conversations.
To Ben, who set me on the path to make the world better.
To Keno, who weathered the absolute worst with me.
To Rob, who I have liked more the more I've gotten to know him, and who has more than repaid any debt between us with fast friendship.
To Olivia, who put up with my shit for so long, as we struggled and grew together as dancers and leaders. Harvard Ballroom is going great places under you.
To Cyndia, who is the best single thing that happened to me