My Life Would Be A Lot Better If It Were A 24/7 Tangeuro
People (mostly people who don't dance) laugh at me when I say this, but it's true: I would be a much better person if I had the chance to dance every day.
BYU schools are good for dancing. Really good. Every Wednesday there is country and swing dancing, and every Thursday there is latin and ballroom. I never went to either one last semester; I wasn't confident enough in my own skills, and none of my friends liked to dance. (The latter being the more pressing reason.) This semester, as I have only about two friends anyway (and one of them is my uncle), I said "what the heck" and started going to Thursday night dancing by myself.
Now, I arrange my schedule around it. Those three hours on Thursday nights are sacred. Even tonight, when I had an orchestra concert that didn't get over till 9, I zoomed over to the student center as soon as my violin had made it into my locker. I only got an hour of dancing in before it ended, but boy, it was good.
Dancing makes me happy. All kinds of dancing, but partner dancing more than anything, because that combines both dancing and social interaction (which I need). And the more involved in it I get, the more I love it. I've lost count now of how many Thursdays I've gone dancing; nearly all semester, and now I know all of the "regulars" by face and many of them by name. It's also quite the ego-boost - though a couple times a night I end up with a partner I just can't dance with (those of you who dance will know what I mean), I am usually able to follow guys who have been dancing for many years more than I have. I'm even told fairly often that I'm a good follower.
This is pretty high praise, considering that this girl couldn't follow worth beans at the beginning of last fall.
And then, of course, every now and then someone tells me I'm "amazing." OK, well, it actually only happened that once. But you know. I'm still riding the wave.
BYU schools are good for dancing. Really good. Every Wednesday there is country and swing dancing, and every Thursday there is latin and ballroom. I never went to either one last semester; I wasn't confident enough in my own skills, and none of my friends liked to dance. (The latter being the more pressing reason.) This semester, as I have only about two friends anyway (and one of them is my uncle), I said "what the heck" and started going to Thursday night dancing by myself.
Now, I arrange my schedule around it. Those three hours on Thursday nights are sacred. Even tonight, when I had an orchestra concert that didn't get over till 9, I zoomed over to the student center as soon as my violin had made it into my locker. I only got an hour of dancing in before it ended, but boy, it was good.
Dancing makes me happy. All kinds of dancing, but partner dancing more than anything, because that combines both dancing and social interaction (which I need). And the more involved in it I get, the more I love it. I've lost count now of how many Thursdays I've gone dancing; nearly all semester, and now I know all of the "regulars" by face and many of them by name. It's also quite the ego-boost - though a couple times a night I end up with a partner I just can't dance with (those of you who dance will know what I mean), I am usually able to follow guys who have been dancing for many years more than I have. I'm even told fairly often that I'm a good follower.
This is pretty high praise, considering that this girl couldn't follow worth beans at the beginning of last fall.
And then, of course, every now and then someone tells me I'm "amazing." OK, well, it actually only happened that once. But you know. I'm still riding the wave.