This past summer seemed endless (in a good sort of way). Each day blended into the next until I had not the slightest clue as to what day of the week it was. Truthfully, I think that’s how summer should be. You should be enjoying yourself so much that time becomes pretty much meaningless.
But, wait!– shouldn’t LIFE be like that?
I don’t think it would be so wrong to love school. I can tell you, with total honesty, that I do NOT love it. But is that ME or me sucking up to SOCIETY? I can’t answer that one yet. But I’d like to.
At the end of it all, time is just a number. If you love something, don’t cut yourself short. Yes, we all have to get through some amount of schooling. But (and this applies to me) if your field of study isn’t mathematics, and you aren’t particularly great at math anyway, then why would you push yourself to not only finish Algebra 2, but to finish Calculus as well? If you aren’t going to be a rocket scientist, then why spend precious years in labs, blowing stuff up? Why do it if, in the grand scheme of things, it isn’t benefiting you and you aren’t happy?
When I grow up, I want to be HAPPY.
Just happy.
And I want to be an author. So I write. And I want to make a better society. So I read. Et je tiens parler plus d’une langue. So I take French. And I want to teach dance.
So I dance.
As much as I don’t like it, I do algebra, too. I push through until I succeed because I’m not a quitter. I do science because I love the earth, not because I plan to be the next Einstein.
But let’s get back to dance.
Yesterday took on the most lovely form of deja vu. After assisting Miss Bethanny with this year’s brilliant group of ballet/tap kiddos, I was able to talk with a few of the Training girls about this year’s scheduling. We are all required to come to class on Monday, which will be choreography day. Miss Mia will be teaching the Training 3 class, and Miss Sara will be controlling our combined piece. It’s going to be awesome.
Modern is huge this year– it’s totally great. Miss Sara wasted no time in challenging us, which was great, too. The way things are looking now, our performance pieces could be pretty fast-paced…!
Training 3 was no walk in the park either. I never realized that pique turns on pointe could be so intimidating. I did about three. Out of the instructed 12. We’ll come back to those.
If you, lovely dancer, take just one thing from this post, let it ring…
You are especially smart! And don't forget it! Love you!
Thanks, Mom. 🙂 Love you.
I wrote a note and its not here :(. Lets see if this works before I rewrite it,
Sweetie, I am so excited to read your blog and follow your accomplishments. It is such a blessing to see your tenacity, enthusiasm, honesty , integrity and passion being demonstrated in your writing and dance. I am confidant that we will be seeing your name in bright lights in the future. I will tell people then as I do now I remember when we made cookies and jerk chicken pasta in my kitchen and she organized my kitchen draws…Continue to be Loyal to the Royal in YOU! Hugs to you and the family,
Thank you so, so much for your sweet note, Mrs. Debby! I will never forget our day of cooking– one of my best memories of Massachusetts! So excited to keep up through the blog! Many hugs!