Today was the NE Regionals dance competition where all the dancers of NE part of US compete to qualify for the Nationals (nation-wide) competition in August.  All you have to do is just dance one dance and it doesn't matter how well you do.

So partner and I decided we would just do the champ level and see how it goes.  We also could have done pre-champ but there wasn't as much incentive as we've faced most competition and overcome most of them. 

Champ was some sort of a joke.  Those big guys have been around for a long time and they know they're good.  The minute i walked on the floor i just couldn't shake away that "i want to go home now" feeling.  Our teammates and friends told us we danced well, even though to us it felt like shit.  I fell in my favorite and best dance, the cha.  That just couldn't count as quality dance (although ppl do fall from time to time and it's usually not a liability) because no, you just don't slip in your favorite and best dance.  I think in the end we were just happy to have been cut in the first round and to go home with our tails in between our legs.  But seriously, it felt like we were doing champ for the first time even though we've done something to this extent a few times before.  Some ppl that we didn't know were cheering for us...i think we both were thinking "stop drawing attention to us!" 

Haha, well hopefully next time we'll do better.  It wasn't so much as we didn't feel like we didn't belong there as much as we weren't prepared enough.  Oh wells, the truth is that there will always be people better than us and there is nothing that we can do about that. We're the old bones against some young adults..no comparison to that.  I'm grateful to even have been able to get this far..never thought I could have. :).

Today was the NE Regionals dance competition where all the dancers of NE part of US compete to qualify for the Nationals (nation-wide) competition in August.  All you have to do is just dance one dance and it doesn't matter how well you do.

So partner and I decided we would just do the champ level and see how it goes.  We also could have done pre-champ but there wasn't as much incentive as we've faced most competition and overcome most of them. 

Champ was some sort of a joke.  Those big guys have been around for a long time and they know they're good.  The minute i walked on the floor i just couldn't shake away that "i want to go home now" feeling.  Our teammates and friends told us we danced well, even though to us it felt like shit.  I fell in my favorite and best dance, the cha.  That just couldn't count as quality dance (although ppl do fall from time to time and it's usually not a liability) because no, you just don't slip in your favorite and best dance.  I think in the end we were just happy to have been cut in the first round and to go home with our tails in between our legs.  But seriously, it felt like we were doing champ for the first time even though we've done something to this extent a few times before.  Some ppl that we didn't know were cheering for us...i think we both were thinking "stop drawing attention to us!" 

Haha, well hopefully next time we'll do better.  It wasn't so much as we didn't feel like we didn't belong there as much as we weren't prepared enough.  Oh wells, the truth is that there will always be people better than us and there is nothing that we can do about that. We're the old bones against some young adults..no comparison to that.  I'm grateful to even have been able to get this far..never thought I could have. :).

Man, finally done with this semester.  Actually, this is the most lackadaisical semester of school work that i've ever produced in my entire life.  hell, i didn't even study for the final until an hour before it.  and then i wrote up a lot of made-up answers, barely checked them and then left.  Before i left, i was told by my professor that i didn't complete 5 of the 10 journals required of me for my other observation class (had to go sit in a class in another school observing kindergarteners. rather interesting, actually.  PS 112 all the way in East Harlem).  Thank goodness the professor is leaving Hunter in June and therefore doesn't seem to care to penalize students that much at this point (what's the point? she doesn't care, which is good for lazy students like me). 

I'm just glad the semester is over, although the next will definitely be worst, and tomorrow is the last day of work before winter break begins.  I have until Jan. 2 to lie around and do nothing (which is probably what i will be doing word for word).  I'm looking forward, though, to dec. 27th when a ghstny will be around again and then the 30th when N will be back.  meanwhile, i'm trying not to be mentally killed off by my dance arch-nemesis.  I should chant nam-myoho-renge-kyo about it (I am a Nichiren Buddhist.  Yay, i'm finally religious).

Enough

When is not enough, enough?