Wolverine! Rawwwrrr

I began school again this week and I must say, I think it's going to be my favorite year yet for a couple of reasons. Let the list begin:

1. I'm mentoring yet again and I am so excited to work with my new instructor! Rick Mosholder is probably one of the smartest people I've ever met and I can't wait to learn everything I can from him. Also I love being back with mentors. The people in this program are the cream of the crop. I really do believe that we've created a tight-knit community that can grow from one another, as well as just have a good time as friends :) To top it off, my class is the absolute best (all you mentors might disagree, but deep down you know its true).

2. I am dancing. Oh what a wonderful phrase that is! I get to do what I love every single day of my life and I realize how lucky I am to say that. Even though my body is aching, I couldn't be happier. Word of advice to young dance majors: don't take the summer off. It comes back to bite you in the rear right at the start of fall semester.

3. My apartment complex. I love the people in my ward and I cannot WAIT to get to know Bishop Hawkins better. I've heard nothing but wonderful praises about him and in the few times I have met him, I can already tell that I love this man.

This year is going to be complete chaos but thats how I like it :) Hopefully I'll be able to maintain this blog pretty regularly, but no promises. Homework does come before so Mom, no worries, I'll be doing what I'm supposed to.

Happy Friday everyone!!

So I Think I Can Dance?

Every summer I become obsessed with So You Think You Can Dance (SYTYCD) and I fall in love with this art all over again. Watching the routines every week and how these choreographers captivate me make me wish I was so much better than I am. I see the passion and inspiration in every movement, breath and moment that is performed on that stage and I want to got create until I have nothing left.

For as long as I can remember, dance has been my answer. For everything. When I feel frustrated, angry, hurt, sad, confused, joyous, ecstatic, silly, infatuated, loved, inspired, lost, satisfied and a myriad of other emotions, I turn to dance to truly express myself. I can use words to a certain extent to express myself but it is only when I dance that I feel I "say" everything that I wish to. Even now trying to tell whomever may be reading this how much dance does for me, I can't say exactly what I mean but I can see how I would move in my head to tell you. Dance is my joy, it is my pain. It is my hell and it is my sanctuary. Where I breathe and become at a loss for words. Dance gives me my words and I use my body as my voice. I know that I'm not the most fluid with what I'm trying to say but I hope that this short paragraph/post/whatever gives people a small taste of how much dance means to me and why if I get the chance to move, I take it. No questions asked.

Dear Michael Sandberg

Dear Michael,

I now have a blog. And we shall communicate in yet another way. All the time. From PLs to BLs. Are you happy now? Because I am :) Hazzah!! Go life. Time for Rio. Cheri, hurry up and get off of work. You are still not here. Boo. I'm hungry.

Love, Me.