A New Chapter

I feel like they haven’t started properly yet, but life is no novel.  These changes are a drizzle of rain, obscuring the vision of what I hoped to see.  Before I know it, they become a torrent.  Thunder pounds the ears as lightning illuminates the murky sky.  “Why do I want to leave the studio?  This has been the only dance-home I’ve known.  (That rhyme was unintentional.)  I can tough it out until it gets better, right?”  My doubts have their say, but my more logical half interjects.

We’ve been over the reasons already.  Though the torrent is disruptive and even painfully unpleasant, it will recede.  It will return to the drizzle it was in the beginning before stopping entirely.

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It’s Time

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photo from Wikimedia Commons

 

One of the few certainties I had during my college search was the resolution to not attend a big university.  I didn’t—and still don’t like— crowds.  I already knew about dreaded auditorium classes.  Those prerequisite classes that would make me one of hundreds of students.  I’d disappear into the sea of people, and the chances that my professor would know me was would disappear, too.

I needed direct and accessible communication to my professors.  My learning style thrives on feedback and constructive criticism.  The prospect of a teacher saying “Who are you again?” as I walked into his or her office was inconceivable.

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The Scoop

photo by snowpea&bokchoi (flickr)

photo by snowpea&bokchoi (flickr)

I’ve been procrastinating with this blog of mine because I feel like all the life has been sucked out of my dancing.  If that suffers, so does my writing.  Fortunately, my sense of professionalism compels me to update more than once a month (read: sarcasm).  I’d like to get back to updating once a week.  But, I’m not sure when that’s going to happen given my job search, so please continue to bear with me.  Things have been hard lately dance-wise.

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Graduation

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That’s right; I graduated from university today cum laude!  My degree is in Journalism & Mass Communication with a minor in Philosophy.

“What’s next?”  Everybody has asked that.  Here’s my answer: I don’t know.  What I want to do most right now is rest.  Even my mother recommended that I take a small break before looking for work.  “Why not go straight into journalism, like be a news anchor or something?”  I’ll elaborate more in the next post, but journalism isn’t my let’s-get-right-to-it-passion.  For now, let’s say that I knew I had the option to start working when I turned eighteen.  However, my parents wanted me to go to college, though they didn’t mandate it.  I prayed, asking the good Lord what I should do.  He quickly responded: I was going to college.  I wasn’t unhappy because I knew I’d thrive in college, and I did.

Thank you to all my readers for sharing this blog with me.  It’s definitely been therapeutic at times.  As for its future, I want to continue it.  But, the family is in the middle of a move, and there’s trying to find a job, too.  I’m sure I’ll find a way to balance a job and writing this blog.

Until next time friends,

Alaina

No Chore, No Bore

 

I never liked PE.  We had to run laps which increased as the semester progressed.  I “excused” myself more than once to the restroom to wait out the running.  We never played a specific sport, more like quirky games.  That meant more running, not to mention dexterity I had yet to develop.  An MVP I was not.  Had there been an option to choose team members, I would’ve been one of the last ones.  Hmph, if this was what an athlete was, I wanted no part of it.  The story was identical for middle school and most of high school.  I made myself run cross-country for three years during that period.  Whether I legitimately wanted to love it or subconsciously hated myself is an unsolved myself.  I only recently discovered that a huge part of consistent exercise was finding one’s niche.

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