College, the second!
Well, it's time for regular decisions to come back!
My first one came today and I'm glad to say I have yet to be rejected!
I got into Bucknell. :)
I'm thrilled, and it's a huge boost to my ego. Unfortunately, it also makes things difficult. I'm still pretty sure that I'll go to Villanova, but this makes the little part of my that's not sure grow a little more confident.
There's one part of me that says "You know you're more comfortable at Nova, just put in the bloody deposit." And then there's the other that goes, "You know Bucknell's considered a 'better school'. Go there." Ugggghhhh.
So, I'm going to go both accepted students weekends. Bucknell's is on the 14th, the day before Aruba, so that should begin the party Spring Break!
Horray!
On another note, the gala was awesome! I'll put my dad's pictures on facebook once I download them! Some fun dancing pictures of me, mostly, and then some fun pictures of the crazy dancing that came after. It was a great, histarical time to just let go for a bit.
However, it was painful. You know, I thought not qualifying for World's was alright. I thought I was fine with it. I guess I wasn't. It started when we first started practicing dances for the gala. I was kind of hoping my recall at AIs would get me into the Worlds dance. Logically, it doesn't make sense, but there was a little wish there. Nope, I was in the Oireachtas slip jig. The highest placing dancer in it. I know I shouldn't feel put down, but that was hard.
But, at the gala, I smiled my best like I was thrilled to be there and danced my slip jig as best I could. I made sure that my technique was perfect and smiled like no other. I came very close to crying at the end though, seeing all the World's dancers out there. 21 dancers were in the top 10 this year and 17 qualified. And I wasn't one of them. I guess I didn't realize how badly I wanted it. A lot of it was thinking that I wasn't good enough.
Either way, it stirred something in me. I am going to rock the shit out of Nationals. Seriously. I've already started practicing and I want to recall and place well like no other. It's mostly a matter of pride and proving that I am a good dancer. I love dancing and I love how it makes me feel. But I'm not going to Nationals for the love of dancing. This is a matter of making up for the Oireachtas and knowing that I am a good dancer. A matter of ego, if you will, but it's something I need to do.
Wooo for emotional decisions!
My first one came today and I'm glad to say I have yet to be rejected!
I got into Bucknell. :)
I'm thrilled, and it's a huge boost to my ego. Unfortunately, it also makes things difficult. I'm still pretty sure that I'll go to Villanova, but this makes the little part of my that's not sure grow a little more confident.
There's one part of me that says "You know you're more comfortable at Nova, just put in the bloody deposit." And then there's the other that goes, "You know Bucknell's considered a 'better school'. Go there." Ugggghhhh.
So, I'm going to go both accepted students weekends. Bucknell's is on the 14th, the day before Aruba, so that should begin the party Spring Break!
Horray!
On another note, the gala was awesome! I'll put my dad's pictures on facebook once I download them! Some fun dancing pictures of me, mostly, and then some fun pictures of the crazy dancing that came after. It was a great, histarical time to just let go for a bit.
However, it was painful. You know, I thought not qualifying for World's was alright. I thought I was fine with it. I guess I wasn't. It started when we first started practicing dances for the gala. I was kind of hoping my recall at AIs would get me into the Worlds dance. Logically, it doesn't make sense, but there was a little wish there. Nope, I was in the Oireachtas slip jig. The highest placing dancer in it. I know I shouldn't feel put down, but that was hard.
But, at the gala, I smiled my best like I was thrilled to be there and danced my slip jig as best I could. I made sure that my technique was perfect and smiled like no other. I came very close to crying at the end though, seeing all the World's dancers out there. 21 dancers were in the top 10 this year and 17 qualified. And I wasn't one of them. I guess I didn't realize how badly I wanted it. A lot of it was thinking that I wasn't good enough.
Either way, it stirred something in me. I am going to rock the shit out of Nationals. Seriously. I've already started practicing and I want to recall and place well like no other. It's mostly a matter of pride and proving that I am a good dancer. I love dancing and I love how it makes me feel. But I'm not going to Nationals for the love of dancing. This is a matter of making up for the Oireachtas and knowing that I am a good dancer. A matter of ego, if you will, but it's something I need to do.
Wooo for emotional decisions!