It's crazy and it's true
My dear friends:
The rumors are true.
Your very own short, scrawny, inactive, exuberant, and sometimes-crazy Ashley can dance hip-hop.
I can show you. ;)
The first class was tonight, and I LOVED it. It feels so good to be dancing again (for the first time since elementary school, really), and I definitely got a high from the aerobic-ness of it.
In other news, I spilled a whole white mocha that I bought from Java City today, and they let me have a new one for free! Yay for nice people! And that's definitely the best drink I've ever had from there.
ETA:
I also feel I should say something about what happened 6 years ago, since it did come up quite a bit in classes today. As I was walking to my 9am class today, I heard someone playing Taps in the arboretum and my heart sank when I realized why.
I was 15 years old and a sophomore in high school. I remember walking into Mr. Lahtinen's geometry class, and he turned the TV on to CNN, I think. We just watched. I think we started watching around when the first building started to crumble...my memory's cloudy. But we just sat and watched all through class, pretty much in silence. It looked like something out of a movie -- too unreal to actually be happening in NYC. I was shocked. I had no idea something that horrible could happen in real life. I felt a lot like how one of my professors described it today, that for the first time they actually realized how our government had no idea what was going on. Such a scary feeling. Insecure.
I tend to distance myself from world news -- I think it scares/depresses me too much. I've heard so many conspiracies from all over, and "truths" from the news/White House/government all regarding 9/11...I am confused and have no idea what to believe anymore. I just hurt for all those affected by this act of hatred.
The rumors are true.
Your very own short, scrawny, inactive, exuberant, and sometimes-crazy Ashley can dance hip-hop.
I can show you. ;)
The first class was tonight, and I LOVED it. It feels so good to be dancing again (for the first time since elementary school, really), and I definitely got a high from the aerobic-ness of it.
In other news, I spilled a whole white mocha that I bought from Java City today, and they let me have a new one for free! Yay for nice people! And that's definitely the best drink I've ever had from there.
ETA:
I also feel I should say something about what happened 6 years ago, since it did come up quite a bit in classes today. As I was walking to my 9am class today, I heard someone playing Taps in the arboretum and my heart sank when I realized why.
I was 15 years old and a sophomore in high school. I remember walking into Mr. Lahtinen's geometry class, and he turned the TV on to CNN, I think. We just watched. I think we started watching around when the first building started to crumble...my memory's cloudy. But we just sat and watched all through class, pretty much in silence. It looked like something out of a movie -- too unreal to actually be happening in NYC. I was shocked. I had no idea something that horrible could happen in real life. I felt a lot like how one of my professors described it today, that for the first time they actually realized how our government had no idea what was going on. Such a scary feeling. Insecure.
I tend to distance myself from world news -- I think it scares/depresses me too much. I've heard so many conspiracies from all over, and "truths" from the news/White House/government all regarding 9/11...I am confused and have no idea what to believe anymore. I just hurt for all those affected by this act of hatred.