Santorini Photo Diary

Santorini, Greece. This is where our three week senior trip began, and I remember sitting on the bus in from the airport with the window slid open, wind pouring in and making even the little wisps at my hairline dance, hearing shouts of excitement, listening for the trumpet in a Beirut song. Life in Athens city does not prepare you for the sense of space the islands have, with a vast deep blue ocean -  so clear that standing in the water, looking from above, the pink of my toenails glow through - breaking against cliffs hugged by clusters of buildings that despite the business of their collective landscape are as individuals clean and geometric.

We stay only a few days, before we board a beautiful boat named the Matina to sail the Cyclades. 

Day 1

Flight Aegean 348.

We explore the Old Port of Fira, get ice cream and hike down to Athinios Port with pinched noses, carefully dodging donkey shit and the donkeys (a sad sight) themselves to wait for the boat.

Setting sail from Athinios Port, we hike up the island of Palea Kameni, where the smell of sulfur stings the air. We swim in the warm water, dine on the boat at sunset, play UNO. Nobody vomits and we sail on.


Day 2

Sitting by the beach after amazing omelets at Tranquilo and flipping through a 2011 copy of Apartamento, I decided to make the conscious effort to try something new every day, surprise myself. 

After a few hours in the water, scuba diving or snorkeling, we slowly explored the stretch of the beach. First surprise? Among the ones of us who climbed up the sharp rocks to the top of the cliff that rounded out the beach and dove off into the blue blue water that seemed much further away than perhaps it really was, I was one of them. 

Day 3

Not many photos from this day except this exceptionally dorky one of me taken by Ale. We were just a few minutes into what turned out to be a 20km bike ride to the black sand beach. The sun melted our picnics of cheese and crackers and the hot sand was inescapable. 

We got back sticky and sweaty to be told we had minutes before our senior portraits were to be taken. After panicked showers, sitting in the sun trying to dry drenched hair and a photo session with Lindsay, we went off for dinner altogether and then gelato, game of UNO and the beach where the white moon shone in the water.

Off to Ios. 

Crayola Colors

A little more from the work I did with Ronnie - We borrowed the ladder from a very kind construction worker, communicating in big waves and hand motions through a window. The bright yellow phone booths are all around Athens and the vintage cars park along the orange trees, sometimes shined down and other times gathering dust.

Nowadays, I am studying at Yonsei University in Seoul for the summer with nuclear security North Korea experts, fan-girling my own professors and being completely unsure of how to explain why exactly I'm at school in the summer. I got hooked on "Orange is the New Black" two days ago and have gone through a season and a half since. I've been drinking a lot of chamomile tea (Clipper, a gift from school friends), reading Alain de Botton's "On Love" and taking a red lip out for a test drive. Hope all of your summers are going splendidly!

Look out for my senior trip island photo diary, snapshots of daily life in Athens and the last of Ronnie to be posted soon!


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Space Buns under Summer Sun

Two years slaving away at IAs, EEs, WTs, IOCs, a number of other acronyms and 15 exams later, I'm finally done with the International Baccalaureate Diploma Program - and I can finally spell "baccalaureate." The hot Greek sun begs for space buns, overalls and an early start to summer. Here's the first set of pastel 35mm love with Israeli dancer, Ronnie with the wonderful assistance of Natalie.

p.s. please can I get some appreciation for the rhyme/alliteration in the title? 


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Model: Ronnie Tene, MC2 Models (@ronitene)
Assisted by Natalie Cassello (@ncass55)
Photographed in (Plaka) Athens, Greece

TGS Graduation Speech: "The Best is Yet to Come"

On June 23rd, I graduated from THINK Global School. As Class Speaker, I addressed the audience of teachers, friends and family. It was truly one of the happiest nights of my life - a perfect way to end a massively enriching four years and to be launched into the real world with love.

Good evening everyone. My wonderful peers here on stage have given me the honor of talking to you a little bit about these past four years and what they've meant for me.

During the summer of 2011, I packed my bags, did my summer reading and said goodbye to my friends and family — some still did not understand what I was doing and why. I left for different reasons than I came. I left because I felt lost in a crowd, like I was about to burst with so much to say but without the voice to say them. I came because I had an inkling of hope that I might find great people and that here I would learn how to change the world. These were two things I craved: authentic connections and a broad, deep understanding of the world, that was unlimited by the notions both good and bad that I had been conditioned by my environment to see. 

I learned that both things are not so simple and require a lot of navigation. 

I learned that there is no way to be ready for the choices, the love and the learning that this school sends your way. TGS in these four years found ways to teach me and show me all of the things I wanted to learn, to know, to feel but presented them in packages unrecognizable. So that only after, only now, can I truly see the value of each lesson.

When I look back at the 14-year old girl who arrived in Quito, Ecuador in September 2011, I see now that I was standing at the brink of something unforeseeable. Something that despite my hardest attempts could not be planned or controlled. Of the few choices that I alone have made in my life, stepping forward at that point into these four years has no doubt been the best, most rewarding decision imaginable.

On the plane ride to Athens, three months ago, I wrote:

“Liisa and I once talked about the crazy arbitrariness of our community. How was it possible that she and I were able to become friends? From opposite sides of the world, with equally complicated backgrounds, how did a Korean-American and a Swedish-Estonian fly from their homes in Singapore and Gothenburg to meet in the old Recoleta neighborhood of Buenos Aires? (That was six countries right there.)

How did we end up here? Here, watching the sunset on a beach town in Costa Rica? Here, in the cafeteria of a Hyderabadi boarding school? Here, with a balcony view of the Acropolis lit up at night? How did we end up here? Here, instead of there?”

In the past few months, we’ve talked about that a lot. About what would have happened to us if we hadn’t come here - who we would’ve been. About how close it was that we didn’t end up here in each others’ lives, as the people we are now, at all. I no longer believe that this gathering of individuals is in any way arbitrary because I cannot bring myself to believe that the way we have touched each others lives could have been random. 

It’s hard to explain what my years at TGS have meant to me. I am sure I will be thinking about this for a long time to come. I guess the only way to say it is that I grew up here. This experience digs so deeply into us as teenagers and as travelers. Here is where we learn what kind of power the warmth and support of a small community can hold. All of the fears that we held in our shadows, here is where we turn around and face them. Here is where we live with our closest friends, whose smiles we know by heart, whose faces we can see when we close our eyes. 

One of my favorite moments in "Dead Poets Society" is when Robin Williams’ character, John Keating gets up on his teachers’ desk in front of his students and says, “You see, the world looks very different from up here.” And it does. The world looks different from the time you start TGS to the moment you leave it.

With every change at TGS, we see that the world looks very different for every person at any time from any place. We learn that no worldview is the same, none is more correct or invalid. I hope this is something we never lose sight of - that the world is how we see it and also that everyone sees it differently.

Our last night altogether in our house in Glyfada, not too far from here, we sat in a circle. In that moment, looking at the faces I’ve known the most these years, the people who have become among the most important in my life, I felt full and complete and yet utterly petrified that the moment someone stood up to leave the circle, I could not push this reality away any longer. It’s the reality that we will never be the way we’ve been. That this circle will only exist intact in our memories. That this home that we’ve built here ceases to exist the way we know it, the moment that we graduate. There’s a beauty to it, but it’s also so scary.

It’s scary because whenever we need it, there is no childhood bedroom to return to to reconnect with the memories and the lessons of our high school years. That bedroom has changed more times than I can count. With the alumni here, I wonder how strange it must feel to return to this home to find it full of strangers. What TGS has taught us, I suppose, is to carry that home inside of ourselves.

What I know with absolute certainty is that these four years have been filled with a love that only a home can provide. It’s not easy to be a teenager or a high schooler or a traveler. But somehow the combination of the three creates people like these.

I am so proud of this community - I struggled in writing this speech. I didn’t know where to start so I started everywhere but I always came back to people. To the human family. Here at TGS, I have learned the importance of this human family. I have seen what happens when you have teachers who listen as much as they speak, kids who come here seeking a great purpose, and the same spirit for depth in thought, in friendships and in openness to the unfamiliar. What you get are individuals who reflect deeply on why they see the world the way they do, how they want to see the world and how they wish the world to be. You get a community that does not reject change in each other but instead embraces that growth. You get a family.

At TGS, we surprise our teachers, our families, our friends back home and here, but most of all, we surprise ourselves. It has been an honor to be a part of this community. It was truly given me so much. 

I would like to extend a massive thank you to the off site staff and admin, Jo, Ashley, Laura, Jamie, Mike, Jeff, Lee, Heather, Lily, Melanie - the names behind the emails; the on-site staff both in Student Life, logistics, and in academic life - you give us so much balance and guidance that I see you and value you as friends; to the parents here who have the strength and openness in their own minds to send their kids to an unknown place for them to return happier, sadder, older just to watch them go once again and to support them in these dreams - you’re not as common a breed as you might think; and last to the students. You make this experience what it is, for others, for yourself. I have so much respect and love for all of you. You have made the greatest difference in my life. In every Village Hall, classroom debate, the incredible Symposium a few days ago, I am reminded again and again and humbled to be surrounded by thoughtful, creative and smart individuals like you. Thank you for filling these four years of my life with strength, love, hugs, laughter, encouragement and utter happiness. 

Class of 2015 - hey! From here, we will go in all different directions. What we will hold on to is this awareness of love, of our own strengths and weaknesses, of the danger of apathy, of the need for passion, energy and above all, hope.

As Lindsay reminded us on our senior trip, the best is yet to come.