Apparently I am not very good at this blogging business because I never blog (as you can see). But I have a LOT of catching up to do- so here comes the sweetened condensed version... I will just hit some (all dance, surprise) highlights and then get to the good stuff ;)
Last time I wrote, I talked about my letter from the U, right? Well the semester is over next week, which includes practicum, or the exam :s It has been a really good experience dancing with college girls and learning from some great dance professors.
I probably improved the most with Mischa, my Russian instructor. He was tough, but I noticed a difference within my dancing in the first couple of days! It has been stressful and hectic no doubt, but it has taught me to grow a thicker skin and some new methods of ballet.
I competed in YAGP (a student ballet competition) and placed 3rd in contemporary, and top twelve in classical. It was an awesome experience, and was amazing to perform in front of such a responsive audience. I met some great girls and saw dancing that blew me away!
SAB is in 63 days!!!!!!!! My dream of dancing in New York at Lincoln Center came true in the form of an email granting acceptance (and full tuition scholarship ;]). If there is any one thing I could ask for in the world right now, it would be to stay there for the Winter Term.
For the recital (Wizard of Oz) I got the role of Glinda! I am so fortunate to be able to work with Carlo again and to have Attila set the pas, variations and coda. Our rehearsals have usually gone almost three hours every time! I got a ride to the U with Attila after my rehearsal and probably did a little number on my lungs from second hand smoke ;) Yesterday we finished the whole thing! I love Attila and got such a positive feeling from his feedback yesterday.
OKAY! Now that I officially sound conceded, let's get to some more recent business. So, April 7Th was my birthday. I had a blast with sleepovers, family fun and some sweet gifts- like a sweet kite from Elaura. Yes and as you might have guessed, sixteen is the magical age of DATING. Now, I have never been a boy crazy kinda gal but I'm starting to worry a little... kidding.
This weekend I went on two dates! Ha ha. I went to the Seminary Ball with my pal Caz and danced, dined, and got pictures for $25 bucks! Deal, eh? Little did I know, I needed to have more activities planned for after this little baby, so we just ended up trying to find a place to bowl- with no luck- then proceeded to drive and chat.
Last night was definitely fun and well planned. I was picked up at 7:15 by Chase (my date, and old friend) and Logan (my friends older brother) and proceeded to pick up Ciera (my friend and ceramics buddy ;)). We went to Logan's house and met up with Jessie and Collin. The girls waited downstairs and upstairs the boys prepared a fine meal of mixed linguine and angel hair pasta (they ran out of one noodle, and supplemented with the other) and tried to evenly distribute pasta sauce (they ran short on mine, I had a good two tablespoons).
After dinner we grabbed some Cold Stone and went to Draper Park. Chase and I raced each other on the play set, sat on the spiny chairs, and climbed a tree (I have my battle scar of a scraped knee). Remember my birthday kite? BOY did that come in handy! We mastered kite flying and then went home.
Today was a great Sunday and the close of an awful week and a great weekend. I was called and set apart as Laurel secretary and renewed my temple recommend. I received an amazing blessing for my setting apart given by Steve Edwards, first councilor in the bishopric! It was a great weekend and just what I needed to start a new week.
Well until next time, which won't be TOO soon, blog ya later!
Sunday, April 19, 2009
Thursday, November 20, 2008
A good time to start.
Hello fellow bloggies! First off, sorry about the corny and typical Andi blog name. It was the first thing that came to mind, and spared me a decision. That is a very, very good thing.
I've been wanting to start a blog for a while, and just haven't been sure if I would ever get time to do it, or if I would get addicted (chances are extremely high, but we'll just have to see on that). I guess this little chunk of time (that I so graciously gave myself a.k.a. procrastination of homework) is my golden opportunity to start my online journal of bragging, whining, and rambling. Fun for you! I'm kidding btw, but don't be surprised if there are a few posts beginning with "Worst Day Ever," ""Aw Shnikes!" or my favorite "Day from Heckidoodles."
The past two days are pretty ideal for summing up my past couple of months. Yesterday seriously was the day from Heckidoodles. We're talking three hour long practice ACT, never ending computer class, MATH, MATH, and more computers. No doubt in my mind that I am in a love and hate relationship with every computer in existance. After my 7-3 day, before pulling into the driveway, I checked our mail. Yeah, so what it's just mail...right? WRONGO. I was in some serious anicipation of a letter from the U of U. On the 8th of November I got to audish for the concurrent ballet program, which is basically getting awes ballet instruction AND college creds. A rather fancy deal I'd say!
Okay sorry, back to the story (oh wait, one more thing, I'm already officially addicted to the bloggies). So I pull open the mail box and a big, fat, letter is perfectly placed on top of the rather small stack of mail with the strangely unfamiliar red and black U's across the envelope (my family is composed of some pretty die hard cougs). I gather the mail and run back into the car with my mommy in the drivers seat. I start to pull open the darn thing (I have big issues when it comes to opening letters) and finally get inside.
Dear Andrea,
Congratulations!
That's all I needed to know! Such a nice reward for such a stinky day! This letter was really such a big deal to me. I have been trying to figure out what to do with my dancing ever since I got off the plane from Seattle (the beloved city of my life). I have tried classes, made phone calls, sent emails, and actually recieved some really juicy offers that were poop-on-a-stick to turn down. But, this was finally my answer. I don't really know what is exactly in store for me with all this, but if something finally worked out, it outta be good.
Today I got my report card (which I was totally dreading, but not expecting) and was shocked out of my mind. I had a final grade in at least one of my classes that I knew would kinda wreck my G.P.A. A pleasant surprize found I! No worries at all.
Sorry for this pathetically long post, but there was some good stuff I had to stick in. These past two days have kinda answered some prayers and proved that I am staying on pointe (at least in my book, hopefully in someone elses too). Congrats to me for managing to fit in complaining, bragging, AND whining.
I've been wanting to start a blog for a while, and just haven't been sure if I would ever get time to do it, or if I would get addicted (chances are extremely high, but we'll just have to see on that). I guess this little chunk of time (that I so graciously gave myself a.k.a. procrastination of homework) is my golden opportunity to start my online journal of bragging, whining, and rambling. Fun for you! I'm kidding btw, but don't be surprised if there are a few posts beginning with "Worst Day Ever," ""Aw Shnikes!" or my favorite "Day from Heckidoodles."
The past two days are pretty ideal for summing up my past couple of months. Yesterday seriously was the day from Heckidoodles. We're talking three hour long practice ACT, never ending computer class, MATH, MATH, and more computers. No doubt in my mind that I am in a love and hate relationship with every computer in existance. After my 7-3 day, before pulling into the driveway, I checked our mail. Yeah, so what it's just mail...right? WRONGO. I was in some serious anicipation of a letter from the U of U. On the 8th of November I got to audish for the concurrent ballet program, which is basically getting awes ballet instruction AND college creds. A rather fancy deal I'd say!
Okay sorry, back to the story (oh wait, one more thing, I'm already officially addicted to the bloggies). So I pull open the mail box and a big, fat, letter is perfectly placed on top of the rather small stack of mail with the strangely unfamiliar red and black U's across the envelope (my family is composed of some pretty die hard cougs). I gather the mail and run back into the car with my mommy in the drivers seat. I start to pull open the darn thing (I have big issues when it comes to opening letters) and finally get inside.
Dear Andrea,
Congratulations!
That's all I needed to know! Such a nice reward for such a stinky day! This letter was really such a big deal to me. I have been trying to figure out what to do with my dancing ever since I got off the plane from Seattle (the beloved city of my life). I have tried classes, made phone calls, sent emails, and actually recieved some really juicy offers that were poop-on-a-stick to turn down. But, this was finally my answer. I don't really know what is exactly in store for me with all this, but if something finally worked out, it outta be good.
Today I got my report card (which I was totally dreading, but not expecting) and was shocked out of my mind. I had a final grade in at least one of my classes that I knew would kinda wreck my G.P.A. A pleasant surprize found I! No worries at all.
Sorry for this pathetically long post, but there was some good stuff I had to stick in. These past two days have kinda answered some prayers and proved that I am staying on pointe (at least in my book, hopefully in someone elses too). Congrats to me for managing to fit in complaining, bragging, AND whining.
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