Dance Side

To see Rachel’s “answers” go to http://elwingsflight.blogspot.com/ and look for the post “Fun Quizzy-like Thing”

My life in a nutshell at:

Fifteen years ago: Hmm, let’s see. I would have been 2 almost 3. I honestly don’t remember what life was like for me then. I seem to remember something about wanting to do school because my brothers (4 and 6 years older than me) were doing school; I was not to be left behind or left out.

Ten years ago: I was 7 almost 8. I hadn’t a care in the world. I had school, and I played. It was a wonderful life. I look at some girls around that age now, and sadly sigh. They’re dressing like little teenagers out to get the boys already. I had no such thoughts, and I didn’t dress like I did. I think I wore a lot of pink. Everything had to be pink. I was a girls color, after all.

Five Years ago: I was 12 almost 13. Scary numbers, those are.

Last year: I was 16 almost 17. Lots of interests, ideas, concerns. I was still the same, and hopefully improved in many ways. Growing up was a scary idea, but I couldn’t stop time. I was the junior class VP, a group I really liked being in.

Yesterday: I was 17, nearing 18. I’m still growing, and still being little every day. I’m the reporter in my senior class, a group I still really like being in. I’m the youngest one in Sunday small group. I had just as many interests, ideas, and concerns as before, though they may be different.

Next week: I will still be a jumbled mess, possibly with even more interests, ideas, and concerns. I will still be busy, scared of adulthood, and unable to stop time. The sun will rise, and the day will be beautiful because God made it. He is in control of my life, and hopefully, that will be firmer in my mind next week.

I have been busy. Some fun, some not as fun. But I have been busy.

For the first time, I went to the Czech Hall in Yukon. I went wit some college friends. I learned some polka, a different way to waltz, and a little more complicated swing step. It was a lot of fun! I didn’t dance every dance. And I danced at least once with someone I don’t know (but was with the group). At one point, I got up the nerve (or just didn’t listen to my nerves and brain), and I went on the dance floor, by myself, and started doing some Irish dance steps. That was also fun. I grabbed one of my friends, and showed him Hop 123s. We did that around the floor a little. There was a girl that wasn’t from our group, but she joined us! That was hilarious to me! I wasn’t Irish dancing long though; I got super tired.

Hmm, what else? Well, I haven’t been to campus on crazy adventures like some people (for whom this does not want me to create links)(Click on my link for Christina’s Blog).

I have been working on the story. (Y’all want to read more, but don’t want to talk about it?) It’s taking me so long to get it out because I’m working on name(s). I suppose you could call it a fettish (ha! sounds like an Irish dance!); I try to pick names for characters in my stories (at least the main characters) based on their meaning first. I want the name to say something about the character, even if nobody else knows about it. So far in the story there has been only one name mentioned. Do you remember whose? The guy at the gas station. And I suppose you could call “WC” a name, but what does that one mean? Or does it mean anything? Hmm.. You tell me what you think.