A Rainy November-Like Day.
It's Monday April 18, not 11. I was confused until Jenna set me straight. That goes to show I have completely lost track of time. Where has it all gone? Christina has moved out already, and getting married in three days. Jenna is vacuuming (weird, I know), because she is moving out today and getting married on Saturday. It's finals week, reading days are over, and then I'm done. Well, done until I start doing independent study over the summer. It'll be like homeschooling, all over again. I just can't believe ten months ago I moved in. What have I even been doing in those ten months?
June was the month I moved in, and I only took two classes over the summer. The rest of the time I spent goofing off and staying up late or not going to bed at all. I danced a little, and ate more ice cream than any one person should eat in their lifetime.
Fall brought my friends, more food, and more goofing off. I danced a ton, beating my previous national-prep weeks of 20 hour practice weeks with 25 hours of practicing a week. I'm not sure if it really helped that much though. I danced on Marci's 1 o'clock team with Madi, missed my family like crazy, surprised them at Thanksgiving, went back again at Christmas, and spent the rest of 2010 having fun and not caring about school.
Winter semester was a change from fall. I had no more dance partners, took half the dance classes I did the semester before, and just barely got away with competing at nationals. I, unabashedly, admit that I had an emotional breakdown for at least a month, and got way behind on my school (thus the independent study over the summer). I find out in the next couple of days if I made it onto the back-up tour team for next fall. I'm not holding my breath because of my grades, but I'll figure it out. Luckily, I do like school and I do want to do well. It's just been a somewhat unfortunate adjustment this past year, and I'm suffering the consequences of all my actions (or lack of actions, as the case may be).
Summer will come and go, with visits to home and time with friends. Hopefully I'll find a decent job, and I'll accomplish things rather than wasting away the long days. Before I know it, it'll be fall and school be in full force again. I'm excited already to get back into the swing of things, even though I'm technically not even done with this semester. I have a lot of goals short term, which is new for me. It'll be an interesting few months, but in the end I think I'll do well.
So, I think that now is a safe time to say that I have learned a lot, good and bad. I've made adjustments in my attitude and actions, I've become much more aware of my own self, and I've learned over again how important it is to love and forgive. I can easily say that it's been a tough year, but in all honestly, as terrible as it was, it's been a good year. I've grown in my struggles. I'm a better person for all of it. And now I'm on the road to a beautiful and happy life.
Well, I will be once these finals are over. Time to study. Cheers!
June was the month I moved in, and I only took two classes over the summer. The rest of the time I spent goofing off and staying up late or not going to bed at all. I danced a little, and ate more ice cream than any one person should eat in their lifetime.
Fall brought my friends, more food, and more goofing off. I danced a ton, beating my previous national-prep weeks of 20 hour practice weeks with 25 hours of practicing a week. I'm not sure if it really helped that much though. I danced on Marci's 1 o'clock team with Madi, missed my family like crazy, surprised them at Thanksgiving, went back again at Christmas, and spent the rest of 2010 having fun and not caring about school.
Winter semester was a change from fall. I had no more dance partners, took half the dance classes I did the semester before, and just barely got away with competing at nationals. I, unabashedly, admit that I had an emotional breakdown for at least a month, and got way behind on my school (thus the independent study over the summer). I find out in the next couple of days if I made it onto the back-up tour team for next fall. I'm not holding my breath because of my grades, but I'll figure it out. Luckily, I do like school and I do want to do well. It's just been a somewhat unfortunate adjustment this past year, and I'm suffering the consequences of all my actions (or lack of actions, as the case may be).
Summer will come and go, with visits to home and time with friends. Hopefully I'll find a decent job, and I'll accomplish things rather than wasting away the long days. Before I know it, it'll be fall and school be in full force again. I'm excited already to get back into the swing of things, even though I'm technically not even done with this semester. I have a lot of goals short term, which is new for me. It'll be an interesting few months, but in the end I think I'll do well.
So, I think that now is a safe time to say that I have learned a lot, good and bad. I've made adjustments in my attitude and actions, I've become much more aware of my own self, and I've learned over again how important it is to love and forgive. I can easily say that it's been a tough year, but in all honestly, as terrible as it was, it's been a good year. I've grown in my struggles. I'm a better person for all of it. And now I'm on the road to a beautiful and happy life.
Well, I will be once these finals are over. Time to study. Cheers!
Lara, (I have to smile here), because what you just artfully put down in print, IS what your first year of school is about. In my opinion, not grades, or boyfriends, or even getting on the back-up fall tour group, BUT, LEARNING!! About yourself, and others! I'm proud of you. You stuck with it, and have a desire to improve and continue, not to give up and wait for something to happen, but to make something of your life, and live it. You have a wonderful STORY to tell, and you have already begun it. (miss you)
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