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"JSB: The Last One" by Yaashwiny Ramasamy

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 The hype for JSB started way before the actual night. For the whole year, I’ve been watching the juniors working in silence, planning every little detail for us. Seeing people get asked, and the creative ways they did it, really set the vibe. But as a senior, walking into Harbor Hall hits differently. It wasn't just another dinner; it was the realization that this was my last prom here.


The night started with the usual chaos of getting ready; it was a half-day of school, so we had just enough time to glam up. My girls and I made sure the “fit” was perfect, minimal, and elegant. To be honest, we were there for the main three: the food, the aesthetics, and the pictures. Seeing all the stuff the juniors prepared made me realize how much work they actually put into making us feel special. 


I spent almost the entire night with my girls. Sitting at our table with my friend group felt like we were in our own worlds. We were constantly taking pictures, trying to capture every angle and making sure we documented the night properly. It was loud and busy, but being with them made everything feel grounded. Nadia Book (12) mentioned that “dressing up and just being with the group was the best part; the juniors really outdid themselves with the planning this year.”


But as the night went on and the music kept playing, that “leaving” feeling really started to kick in. It's a bit surreal, one minute you're laughing and posing for a dump account photo, and the next you realize the clock is actually ticking. Looking around the sophomores and juniors who still have time left, it hit me that for us, the end is actually here. To make matters even worse, a tribute speech by a junior friend, Sophie, made me very emotional.


The memories I've made at my last JSB with my girls are the ones I will truly cherish for many years to come. It was the perfect way to spend one of our final nights together before everything changes.

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