Well, today was the first day of school. It’s a bit troublesome to wake up at 6:30 am so I can make it on time to my 8:00 am class, but I’ve done it before. It’s still hard to believe that it’s 2013 already, but I’m hopeful this year is going to be great. My heart is still slightly black-and-blue, but I have my faith, my family, and my dance. I’m hoping to eventually make some close friends. Until then, I’m content with what I have. Hey, at least I haven’t had a nasty break-up with a significant other of some sort. (Trying to come up with something positive here…) Ahem, it turns out that I’m going to be attending a dance this Friday at 8:00 pm, which pleases me greatly. It’s a sock-hop, and this girl is ready to swing! I’m not sure how many of my Honors College classmates are coming because there’s an opportunity to attend the symphony. As much as I enjoy baroque and classical music, my heart belongs to dance. Perhaps if they attend the ballet again, I’ll go.
Me? I can’t wait for Friday. I’m especially hoping to see a certain handsome gentleman. See, he actually taught me how to bachatta during a school-hosted salsa night. I really want to dance another one with him. It’s really a shame more college men don’t dance. I understand if you don’t like dance. What I don’t understand is the unwillingness to get their butts out of the dorm and loosen up a bit. Ah, but it can’t be helped, can it? Someday, somewhere, a man will want to dance with me. No, it doesn’t have to be anything romantic or magical. I just want a dance partner. I do confess that it is one of my greatest fantasies to meet the love of my life on the dance floor, though. Aside from dance, I don’t really have much of a game plan for this year, other than study hard. Well, here’s to the new semester.