Graduation Ball

Last night, our school held the annual graduation ball, during which the graduating classes each perform separate dances, as well as one together - the grad ball waltz (where girls wear dresses that look like wedding dresses, according to - basically everyone). Before that, though, every senior student receives a ribbon with the schools name and the years they attended the school printed on it. This year, these ribbons were covered in cellophane, apparently on purpose.

Unfortunately (quite a bit unfortunate) my class isn't graduating yet, since we're a five-year class, so I didn't get to dance. However, I did get to MC! That's right. I was one of the MCs. Yay! Wow! Although here we call them the conférerncier and the conférencière. Except they don't know how to spell that. So they simply write "konferanszié". I know.

See, being the Master of Ceremonies was quite important for me. I didn't get to graduate with my former class last year and I won't get to graduate with my current class next year. Although I wanted to, I didn't get to dance this year. When our tutor told us that an MC was needed, my hand shot up like a space rocket, and from then on, it was all about being the one who gets selected, which included going to various German competitions to win over our German-teaching vice-principal. Yeah, I mean a fair share of nepotism was also included, but we don't really talk about that...this is show biz after all, innit?

So when I was there, I got to know the other MC (who, in the words of the drama teacher, looks good at least) and was told to work on the "screenplay". Now, that was hell. I got to write our lines, but it made me question my choice of career several times (I want to be a screenwriter, but you already knew that). Especially since they kept changing everything ten times a day, and I think the final version was called GRAD BALL 23.0. But hey, at least I didn't have to say those painfully cringeworthy pre-written lines out loud.

Anyway, after some disastrous rehearsals, including a 4 hour one yesterday morning, we were there. At 6 PM. In front of the microphone. Talking in front of hundreds of people. And I was reminded of why I used to want to be an actor. And I loved it. (Until I almost cried during the waltz. But I didn't so that doesn't count. Oh, and until my bracelet got stuck in my lace dress and tore it. That wasn't one of the best moments of my life.)

I don't have any photos yet, but I will and then I'll update! Promise!

Driving Miss Layra Is No Longer Needed

Hiya People of the Internet!

Today, I had my first ever driving lesson. It wasn't my first time driving, that already happened in July, thank you very much, with very little success and one dented gate, but it was the first time I legally got to drive a car.

What can I say? It wasn't that scary, I was by no means screaming, crying, and/or shouting, I was pretty much driving around in circles for one and a half hours. Every two minutes, we stopped. Hashtag fun.

At first, I had problems with getting the car straight, so it's an advantage that we can't start out on the streets, because I would've been mistaken for a drunk driver in no time, but yeah...it was quite an alright feeling, snaking along the pavement with 5 km/h.

I also found out that my teacher has three kids who currently have the flu. The guy is pretty nice, though. AS OF NOW.

My car is a Chevrolet Spark, so singing my favorite song 'American Pie' by Don McLean has suddenly become incredibly appropriate. It's also sparkly and goose poop green, so all the goose poop on it goes unnoticed. Now, isn't that rad?

I'll keep you updated on the progress, as of now, I'm nowhere near getting a speeding ticket.


Loves,

Layra xx

Hello and Welcome!

Hi All,
this is Layra.
I don't blog about anything interesting.
I can't tell you a lot about myself, nor do I in fact want to.
In this blog, I'll probably live out my passion for books, movies and music.
I am also likely to post shit loads about the college application process, just because it matters.
Perhaps I will narrate my experiences with aerial silks, music lessons, filmmaking, photography and such.
This blog will probably serve as a diary to me, and I won't expect anyone to read it, naturally.
If you still do, however, you are more than welcome to. I'd be quite a bit delighted.
Yet consider yourselves forewarned, this is not peaches & unicorns.
I've mentioned this before, but I despise introductions.
So I think I'll leave this here for now.
'Till later
Layra

Coming soon...

Please come back in July for new contents.

Thanks a lot.
Layra