Whoosh! (NaBloPoMo #18)

I feel bad for my poor puppy. She does not like the wind at all and it has been pretty windy lately. :-( Well, it's not so much that she doesn't like the wind, its that she doesn't like the smells that come with the wind. She's a jumpy dog in the first place so smelling something scary on the wind sends her running for the door and keeps her inside except for the mandatory potty breaks.

Also unfortunately for her I love the wind. So windy day combined with really nice temperature outside equals me sitting outside reading while Zoe watches me from the kitchen door. It was so pitiful, especially since I knew that if it hadn't been windy i would have been playing with her outside, not watching her watch me.

Poor baby.

In other news, my ballet class needs to be revamped. It is the only class that my girls do not take correction in, and they are all the same girls for all three, ballet tap and jazz. I don't understand it!

I will have to try to fix that for next year.

Good News, Bad News (NaBloPoMo #11)

~Good News: I got my entire class extra credit because I asked about the stupid presentation that originally had no points attached to it and was a completely pointless waste of time.

~Bad News: We still have to do the presentation and it is still a completely pointless waste of time AND he still hasn't given my group the study we need to put our presentation together.

~Good News: One of the girls I teach seems like she is starting to understand the dance things that are harder to grasp

~Bad News: She still looks kind of bad because the other girls don't get it at all

~Good News: I am getting a lot of stuff done for the studio (Finale choreography, recital cd . . .)

~Bad News: I am not getting much of my school work done.

I guess life is full of goods and bads, you just have to take it all in stride.

Outsider (NaBloPoMo #8)

I hate being an outsider. I guess part of the reason why I hate it so much is because I always feel like one. I cant remember a time that I really felt that I belonged somewhere. I guess when I was at my old dance studio. I felt like an insider. I belonged there because I had been there since ever.

Now I feel like I cant be an insider because I am an insider. That doesn't really make sense, but it does. I'm the owners kid, I feel like I'm not especially friends with anyone at the studio because I feel like I'm a spy of sorts. I also am older than most of them. Of course that doesn't mean that I am really friends with other teachers either. Kristy's older than me and she is also my teacher as well as being a coworker, so that is complicated. Kristin, while she is a decent person and I don't think she is absolutely horrible, she just isn't who I have a real desire to be great friends with.

Sorry, I should tell you what brought this on. I went to the Pinon meeting and, while it was pretty fun, I felt like a retard most of the time. I felt like an outsider. I know I expected it but feeling it and wanting so much to be part of a group right now, it was not very easy for me. I don't know. I guess I'm waiting to feel like I belong and nothing that I try works. Pinon is just another attempt to be a part of a group and I just don't know if it's going to work . . .