I'm a ballet dancer. Wait, but I'm going to be a doctor. No; physical therapist. Oh, I can't dance anymore. So I'll row. I'll go to Boston, leave Norcal. I'll try environmental science and work in Lake Tahoe... but I never went to that class. So I dropped it. But now I'm doing athletic training. I'm still rowing. I wish I still danced. My back is hurt, I don't want to row anymore. I'll try health science for a year. I'm going to dance again. It became my life again. I'm really a better fit for philosophy though... I'll try New York for a while.
I feel like I've even left things out... So, currently: I am dancing in the Joffrey Ballet School's summer intensive program in New York City. It's perfect, except it's ending in a week. Then it's back to California for a few weeks and shipped off to Boston for my junior (what?) year on the 25th. I'm thinkin' it's about time to get serious... in something.
If I had it my way, I'd dance all day long. I'm really nothing special to watch but god, I love it. Things make more sense in a studio. I feel better in a leotard and tights. The world looks a little better with both feet off the ground. Talk about feeling alive.
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