Sunday, September 25, 2011

MFA Modern Dance 101:

Top Ten Things I've Learned in 
Month #1 of Grad School:

1. Undergrad= more socially and physically draining.

Grad school = more emotionally and intellectually draining. (... ok, and physically draining too actually)


2. My body has been so good to me. I should be so much more sore than I have been. 
And yet, holy snap--  I am so sore lately.

3. Turns out, I do sweat.

4. I neeeeed 8 or 9 hours of sleep, or I will not make it through my first technique class.

5.  Having live music to dance to, somehow is the coolest thing. Ever. 
I never want to dance to anything but live music ever again...

6.  When I dance alot, I eat alot. Yeesh.

7.  I care waayy too much what other people think about me.

8.  The University of Utah's facility is the friggin' nicest building dedicated to dance (that's right folks- the whole building is ours) I've ever seen. Not to mention the incredible faculty. And not to mention the sweet curriculum. Basically my life is awesome.

9. I'm always going to be super busy with homework, class preparation, stretching, and bubble baths. Goodbye to the majority of my favorite shows on hulu...

10.  I'm a better dancer than I thought I was. 
I'm not saying I'm good; just better than I thought I was.



back from the dead/dance studio...

Oh, friends. What a bizarre and magnificent month of graduate school its been. I've been afraid to visit this online journal-- and I'm not really sure why. There's simply no time to go to my technique and lecture classes, be a wife, make dinner, fulfill callings, keep up on readings, and homework and write in my blog, you know? I was sorta thinking maybe I'd just delete my blog, not because I don't care, but just because when I'm purging time consumers in my schedule, blogging sort of falls low.

Speaking of priorities: I've been way too into shoes lately, friends...


Thanks to my jenny for her sweet persuasion that I continue my writing. 

Warning: there's probably going to be a lot of posts filled with grad school drama, obsessive love of the new season we're in, and tons and tons and tons about dance.... just warning you.

Saturday, September 10, 2011

Ten Years.

Can't believe it's been ten years since September 11, 2001. Do you remember where you were? I do. I was in my American History class in high school. My classmates and I stared in shock at the television screen as terrified news casters reported the attacks on the World Trade Center. At first, one of my classmates was sure it was some sort of sick joke. Part of me really wanted to believe him. I don't even know what to write. I remember having a lump in my throat the entire day. I remember not eating lunch. I felt sick. I remember my dad picking me up from school, and us both being silent the entire drive home, both knowing that something unforgettably tragic had happened.

It's been ten years. I can't believe it's been ten years.


I remember hearing different stories; each tragic and unique in it's own way. I remember hearing that the air was so thick with dust that people couldn't breathe without masks for hours. The city will never be the same. The country will never be the same. Thousands died. Thousands.

I don't know anyone personally who died in the terrorist attacks, but I feel a strong tie to them through our country. Even stronger, I feel a tie to them through humanity.  I don't know what to write.

Thank you troops.

Our land is free because of the brave. Because of you.
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