Rarely in life do you foolishly dare to be entirely yourself, and somehow find your tribe. From chilling on a patio with the best team on Happiness, to partying a little too hard with the help of delicious homemade sangria, to rocking out on stage with some of the most talented people on the planet (I’m convinced), this was an epic GM.
For a single night, I was part of an eighties rockband in 2013; we performed at ERA’s Battle of the Bands.
I will never be this cool again.
“Beverly Hills” and “Call Me Maybe” and rehearsals at seven a.m…
ERA is where I learned to be a battle-hardened warrior. There is no tired like first-year-teacher tired, and yet we persevered. Though today I am a Spartan, that discipline was honed in those hallways.
I will never be able to describe what the women I worked and wept and danced with (Dance Party Fridays!) mean to me, but at least I can immortalize them here: