Where do I start?
My back is in an unbelievable amount of pain. Just absolute soreness. I think it was from the endless series of repitions of one to two excercises we did in Carolina's class yesterday.
My french teacher didn't understand my composition so I have to do it over and I have another one on top of that due tomorrow.
My book report isn't close to being finished on top of my french lab, french journals, outline for michael's final, and outline for french final. AHHH!
My choreography solo is due tomorrow.. I don't have music. I don't have movement. I don't have any of it done.
The worst part:
I didn't get moved up in ballet. Now, I understand that I shouldn't be upset. But, I am. I really think I could do Ballet II. I'm just going to keep working and working and working and working. Even if it kills me... I'm just going to keep WORKING. My heart hurts. But, I'm just going to KEEP WORKING.
I can't help but wonder: How many times can you be pushed down until you just drop and are unable to get back up? Is all of this worth killing myself over? Can I really do this? Not, mentally, but physically? Am I built to be a dancer?
It's times like these when I am so thankful to have friends, as well as, a boyfriend. That combination of sisterhood love and romantic love are really comforting right now.
I miss Steve.
My french teacher didn't understand my composition so I have to do it over and I have another one on top of that due tomorrow.
My book report isn't close to being finished on top of my french lab, french journals, outline for michael's final, and outline for french final. AHHH!
My choreography solo is due tomorrow.. I don't have music. I don't have movement. I don't have any of it done.
The worst part:
I didn't get moved up in ballet. Now, I understand that I shouldn't be upset. But, I am. I really think I could do Ballet II. I'm just going to keep working and working and working and working. Even if it kills me... I'm just going to keep WORKING. My heart hurts. But, I'm just going to KEEP WORKING.
I can't help but wonder: How many times can you be pushed down until you just drop and are unable to get back up? Is all of this worth killing myself over? Can I really do this? Not, mentally, but physically? Am I built to be a dancer?
It's times like these when I am so thankful to have friends, as well as, a boyfriend. That combination of sisterhood love and romantic love are really comforting right now.
I miss Steve.