Tuesday, April 19

This morning I awoke bright and cheery; I chatted lightly with my friends before school started and picked up my massive expanse of makeup work with a desperate hop. The grading period ended today, so I'll need to complete everything tonight. After school, I stayed for percussion practice; however, the instructor showed up two hours late, and was going to be present for only the last thirty minutes. By this time, I'd called my mom so I could work on my extra load of homework before dance. He was extremely upset, but without a real concrete reason. I came home to eat, worked for a half hour on homework, then raced to my studio for my first class in over a week. I felt relieved, enlivened, and quite literal united again. As the class drew to a close and my time to leave this heaven grew nearer, I felt the desperate need for classes upon classes for just one night settle upon my muscles. Sitting here, even in a dance position, is painful; I need dance tonight, so much more than I can consume in a week or month. I have no time left to pursue this personally; I am struck with the bitter taste of time. If I could have one superpower, it would be the ability to pause time. I love to write- witty characters spilling from pen and plot but it requires at the minimum an hour away every day: Homework consumes time; percussion, and dance are all similar. There has never been enough time in my day; goodness forbid rest. ;) I also wore sandals today, and throughout the week after festival, giving me more time to examine my feet and habits. I have always prided myself in my feet. They are my beauty, charm, and love. Yet so recently my feet are not sore, but... less than beautiful. In hard or soft ballet shoes, they are strong and gorgeous, but in person, even my best efforts fail me... Until tomarrow,

~Kressy