|damn, life as a dancer is hard
||[Jan. 19th, 2008|01:59 pm]
It has been a very long time since I've posted anything. But life has been changing a lot and I felt that either a update for those friends I don't get the chance to speak with very often, or just a chance to write it all down would be a good idea.
The new semester started this past Monday. I'm now offically finished with my first week of second semester freshmen year. My life style is slowly (and sometimes reluctantly and painfully) changing from an average person to the life of a dancer. (Because I no longer have percussion as a scapegoat from some contentions and some hard facts of life, no more hiding behind my marimba.) It was the first time in my life I got the chance to focus souly on dance making first semester more of a crash course then anything else. Right after the New Moves performance in early December, I despritly needed some time off. The next week was finals week, and since I hadn't missed any classes the entire semester, classes were optional. I took that week to sleep, socialize a little more, and do homework for the one class (my academic class) I was still having to attend. I didn't even step into the studio until the next Friday and didn't dance until I went home for winter break.
Funny about that, I didn't actually take a class when I got home. I called my friend Lauren from Danceworks when I got home to see when classes were, found out they had AAB practice (American Academy of Ballet, the testing thing I did in HS) and a lower level ballet class. This year they are working on the level I learned myself and tested last year so I had the idea that I would come and help them with it, and then take a easy going ballet class for fun. They had a different plan though. Got to the studio, we had all our "omg, I've missed you moments", but when the time for the AAB rehearsal turned into gossip and 'catch up on each others lives' time. Then I some how ended up bring talked into teaching the ballet class that I was planning on taking. It was odd how much more difficult I found it to teach one ballet class then teach and set up a front ensemble for two weeks. But teaching was still very fun. The hard part was mostly barre work. How do you try to explain and give corrections and information that its taken you years and years to figure out, and you're still trying to figure out, in thirty seconds and in a way that everyone will understand? Over all I did fine, but to really be a good teacher I'm going to need much more practice.
Anyone still reading? Not only is this entry long, I'm talking about something that no one else who will be reading this can really really understand. If you're still on board, congratulations.
Any who, I didn't dance again until a week before school started. Wednesday night, after working six hours, me and my friend Erik went to take a ballet class at Westlake dance center in Seattle. It was fun and easy and the teacher was really enthusiastic. We both had a great time. We made plans that night to go take a open class at PNB (Pacific Northwest Ballet) the next morning. I woke up the next morning SO sore. The soreness came out of no where from the night before and I just had to laugh at myself. The situation only got funnier when I reached for my phone that morning to call Erik to tell him there was no way I could take class that morning to find that I had a text message...from Erik telling me what I was just about to tell him. Too sore to move! It was great, funny, pathetic, but we deserved it for not dancing for about two months.
After taking two months off, I felt ready to dance again. With renewed determination.
And that was when Erik talked me into going to the Milwaukee Ballet School Summer Intensive audition. Ha Ha, yeah. So Erik, our friend Elizabeth, and I went last Sunday (later we ran into one of the Seniors from Cornish auditioning also). The Milwaukee people were about an hour and half late because their driver got lost. I had just accepted that they weren't going to show up, and thinking that it was for the better. If anything, I had just had a really good hour and half of stretching, and this way I didn't have to audition when I hadn't danced in so very long. Better not to make a fool of myself right? But like a side before, they did end up arriving. Here is the best part. I FORGOT MY POINTE SHOES! yep, no pointe shoes for a ballet school audition. It was just about the lamest thing I have ever done.
I checked the mail today. I was accepted into their summer program, no pointe shoes and all. Not having danced and not being in shape and everything. Erik got in also, but on a full ride. I blame his skinny-ness and the fact that his body is flexible like a noodle.=] And I haven't heard from Elizabeth, but I know if I got in, she got in.
note to self: don't be lame and forget your pointe shoes for an audition. You look like a fool..and you don't get any scholarships.
So saying that. I can afford the tuition but not tuition and room and board for the six week program. So I could go and dance, while experiencing living on the streets of Milwaukee for six weeks. yeah!
Noooo matter, I wasn't planning on going anyways. I mean really, who wants to go to Milwaukee for SIX weeks! (only if they gave me a full ride =])
I had another audition Thursday for the S.F. Conservatory of Dance. Six weeks in S.F. I think yes. Cross your fingers for me. I should here back within the next week and half. I really want to go to this one. =]
Theres more crap. But I think this entry has been long enough. People are changing (which is to be expected, I mean hell I'm changing) and sometimes I feel a bit outsourced and pushed aside. But life will go on.
99% chance I'm being moved up to Ballet level 3. wootwoot. One away from the top level at Cornish.
Coffee with Skyler on Monday PLUS no school that day either.