Not so different from American Prom, this is the occasion when many boys buy their first suit, and the gown shopping for the girls, well, I guess some things just transcend cultures.
This year, the graduates decided they wanted to perform a waltz at their ball. For reasons still unclear to me, they also decided I was the most qualified person to teach them how to waltz.
The trophy, erm, statue, I got for teaching. |
One of the beautiful things about Peace Corps is that one inevitably ends up teaching things one is dramatically under-experienced in and has little relation to the primary program assignment. Prof. John Riker and Marcia Dobson, wherever you are, I'm glad I dropped in your ballroom dancing classes during that last month of college.
Oh, and afterwards, they embarrassed me with a far too gracious speech and this statue. Very Moldovan.
Another beautiful thing about Peace Corps is that even when you don't fancy yourself a dance teacher, it doesn't make you any less proud of your students at the end.
So, without further delay, the Waltz of the Graduates.
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