Brons medal recipients are called up first. It was a little confusing what order they were called in. I heard the names of people who danced after me. Then, I heard the names of people who danced before me. I was giving myself a pep talk that it would be ok if I hadn't passed. Afterall, I had a fabulous time, and I've been telling everyone I was here to have fun. I clearly had fun.
Then they called my name. There is no way to express in words how happy and relieved I was! I got a big hug from Bengt Wittgren when he handed me my medal and another one from P-O when he gave me my certificate. I made it back off the floor before looking at my diplom.
I said a teary goodbye at the train station. I grabbed a seat and thought of how much fun I'd had, how I'd miss everyone, and what an adventure I was setting out on. I looked through all of the pictures on my camera. I cried as I headed to Norway, facing Sweden, with a heavy heart. I'll miss you, and see you soon. The train to Bodø is waiting for me now. I'll be up north in the morning!
Update: If you squint really hard, you can see me leaving the floor, clutching my diplom in the picture!
6 comments:
Go sister! Loves loves loves.
I knew you'd pass!
We are so proud of you! Thanks for making us teachers look so good, although all the hard work was on your part.
You'll make a whole buncha' new friends in Norge, and you know you'll see your Swedish ones again. It's a win-win situation, even if you're feeling a loss right now.
Thanks for the fun blog. We're enjoying living mycket vicariously!
Jerry and Judy
Ok, so you can't see me in the photo... I'll work on that later.
I'M SO PROUD OF YOU. CHEK YOUR E MAIL. I HIGHLIGHTED YOU IN THE PHOTO. LOVE DAD
Gratulere! I'm enjoying your blog....keep it coming.
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