Except in Utah practically everyone is white.
There is line dancing...
...and girls have to dance with each other if they want to swing, because there just aren't enough guys to go around.
I loved making friends at Institute. It was such a relief to know that whatever happened during the week, I could go to Institute and feel (somewhat) normal.
The best friend I made in France. He's the bomb-diggity. He's also learning English, and he understood me better in English when I faked a British accent. (I'm glad he stayed friends with me, even though I squashed his dream of serving his mission on Temple Square when I told him that mission is really only "staffed" with Sisters.)
A blurry goodbye picture. Should have turned on that flash. :)
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