Well I officially survived my first week in the city. Tuesday morning we made the commute into Greenwich Village for orientation. We quickly realized that "Rush Hour Traffic" translates in New York into squeezing an ungodly number of people into a car as possibe.
(Scratch that idea I had about putting my hair up for ballet on the train)
Day One was not one of those "ease into it days". We had our full schedule of classes, but in the closet sized studio with no air. Did I mention that are 35 in our program? Ick... On the train back, I joined the European Tourist Body Odor Club. shamefully.
The rest of the weeks classes were a beautiful reminder of how much I love to dance, and how much of myself is invested in this. It was a huge sigh of relief to just get my body moving again, Ashley's back everybody. get ready.
Too bad my body wasn't quite ready to dive into 5 classes a day... My greatest challenge this week was the 6 flights of stairs I have to defeat to get to class everyday.
On a random note, the So You Think You Can Dance auditions were announced, November 15th in Brooklyn. A group of us are going to shamelessly skip classes and audition. When in Rome right?
Ah, your blog is really cool! You describes with great humor and rich detail. Go ahead, girl, you are very vibrant! I hope not to be using words with double meanings. kkkk Kiss. Love you!
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