Anyhoo, everything was oodles of fun. Even the formal ceremony where the graduates got to wear their black gowns and caps. I was oh so jealous of all of them. And when they posed for photos and collectively threw their caps into the air, I got goosebumps. I can't wait to wear that gown and throw my very own cap!
The entertainment section was with the skit and dance and stuff. Oh then there were the chief guests; the most famous of them being Cyrus Broacha and Shiney Ahuja. I loved hearing Cyrus speak 'cause he was hilarious as always, and had the audience in splits with his slightest comment and expressions. He told us some inappropriate stories as well, which we students enjoyed tremendously but the principal looked scandalised. Cherry on our cake :-D
The most fun part of the evening was the afterparty, which was shocking 'cause I was sure I wasn't gonna dance. Not that I don't like dancing. I like it a lot. But only within the confines of my own home and without any witnesses. Bathroom dancer, if you will. Though that would be kind of weird 'cause high possibilities of me slipping and breaking my neck while dancing in the bathroom.
But when the D.J. started playing some of my favourite songs, I just couldn't resist. Hey, it was dark and the dance floor was crowded. No one was interested in seeing how bad I was at dancing. That's what I told myself, anyway. The crowded part was horribly true. At one point, there was a classmate dancing behind me, and I accidentally kept banging my head against his every few minutes. I would have been embarrassed but I'm still hoping he didn't notice me. Anyway, once I hit the dance floor, there was no stopping me. I danced and danced like a crazy person. And here I am, two days later, with my body still aching and my muscles still groaning at the torture I put them through. Ah well. The end.
