...AND THEN TODAY. Yes, today. That happened. I'm alive (barely).
The uneducated dance mind probably thinks well, dancers are dancers, and they all do the same thing and wear the same thing and are all friends and there are rainbows and butterflies and unicorns. Little do they know, it can feel like THIS scene from Mean Girls on certain days.
Well, we have the au naturale rolling on the floor modern people over here, the rhinestoned competition jazz girls over here, the sock-wearing-marley-waxing contemporary ones over there, the hyperactive musical theatre kids over in that corner, the intimidating hip-hop/breakers who have the awesome gym-shoes over there, and then we have...
Well, we have the au naturale rolling on the floor modern people over here, the rhinestoned competition jazz girls over here, the sock-wearing-marley-waxing contemporary ones over there, the hyperactive musical theatre kids over in that corner, the intimidating hip-hop/breakers who have the awesome gym-shoes over there, and then we have...
the bunheads.
See --> Bunhead
Long story short, over the course of the past few years, I have made a major shift in cliques. Today I entered back in (temporarily) to the world of ballet. I did an audition for Ballet Arizona's summer program. To be honest, it felt good in some ways and not so good in others. My longtime/forever teacher/mentor/coach/favorite person ever, Watmora Casey, always used to say that ballet is like broccoli. Dancers need it, simple as that. Not only does it warm you up well but it is essential to staying strong and preventing injuries in most forms of dance.
As a child, I LOVED my "broccoli" dancing. I lived and breathed ballet. I would force myself to fall asleep in the splits, I would listen to Nutcracker music in July, I could (probably) have recited each of the Joffrey dancers bios by heart at age 11, and would quiz my little football-playing brother on his classical music. Basically, I was a freak child! I wanted nothing to do with the other cliques. Everyone tried to make me take jazz classes and modern classes. My Mom would be like "Doesn't that hip-hop class look like fun!?" And I would roll my eyes and think, "Those aren't real dancers." I was the bun of all bun heads. (I can now apologize profusely for my ignorance at the time.)
To put it simply, ballet made me a strong dancer. Being a strong dancer (and having a decent brain too!) is the reason I got in to NYU. NYU is the reason that my eyes were opened up to the world.
And now that I am a balanced human being, I can't seem to find the same enjoyment I did as a youngster in ballet.
In my eyes, this is all good. It means that I am learning and growing as an artist, but today felt like a time warp science experiment if you will.
1.) Take specimen out of its natural environment
2.) Infuse specimen with a college education and three major years of life experience
3.) Put it back into the control group, being the same world it was in pre-experiment
I guess my goal right now and the reason I put myself in the Ballet Arizona situation I did today, is to see where this "new" version of dancer I am today really fits, because to be honest, I don't know anymore. All these cliques are fascinating to me and I respect them all equally.
Although...I wouldn't put this one past the bunheads!
Click Me!
;) Just kidding! I love you guys.
Long story short, over the course of the past few years, I have made a major shift in cliques. Today I entered back in (temporarily) to the world of ballet. I did an audition for Ballet Arizona's summer program. To be honest, it felt good in some ways and not so good in others. My longtime/forever teacher/mentor/coach/favorite person ever, Watmora Casey, always used to say that ballet is like broccoli. Dancers need it, simple as that. Not only does it warm you up well but it is essential to staying strong and preventing injuries in most forms of dance.
As a child, I LOVED my "broccoli" dancing. I lived and breathed ballet. I would force myself to fall asleep in the splits, I would listen to Nutcracker music in July, I could (probably) have recited each of the Joffrey dancers bios by heart at age 11, and would quiz my little football-playing brother on his classical music. Basically, I was a freak child! I wanted nothing to do with the other cliques. Everyone tried to make me take jazz classes and modern classes. My Mom would be like "Doesn't that hip-hop class look like fun!?" And I would roll my eyes and think, "Those aren't real dancers." I was the bun of all bun heads. (I can now apologize profusely for my ignorance at the time.)
To put it simply, ballet made me a strong dancer. Being a strong dancer (and having a decent brain too!) is the reason I got in to NYU. NYU is the reason that my eyes were opened up to the world.
And now that I am a balanced human being, I can't seem to find the same enjoyment I did as a youngster in ballet.
In my eyes, this is all good. It means that I am learning and growing as an artist, but today felt like a time warp science experiment if you will.
1.) Take specimen out of its natural environment
2.) Infuse specimen with a college education and three major years of life experience
3.) Put it back into the control group, being the same world it was in pre-experiment
I guess my goal right now and the reason I put myself in the Ballet Arizona situation I did today, is to see where this "new" version of dancer I am today really fits, because to be honest, I don't know anymore. All these cliques are fascinating to me and I respect them all equally.
Although...I wouldn't put this one past the bunheads!
Click Me!
;) Just kidding! I love you guys.
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