Journal #16 Jazz Technique III Class #16

Well,
here I am yet again, a little behind this week! I put off journaling for a couple of days, as I wasn't feeling up to it (quite honestly). Yet, times moves on, and here I find my self in need of catching things up. So....
Last Thursday's class what an adventure for me! I had so much on my mind that day, as not only did I have to take my midterm in jazz, but I also was heading up to base that weekend for my drill with the Marines!
So, that morning I packed up all the gear that I would need for base, and set it aside for when I would return home late that evening! Then, I headed off to ballet. That class went fairly well as I recall! I was actually in a rather relaxed mood as the weather had started to cool down at last, and it was pleasent to be outside! Never the less, after a brief few hours to spend catching up on things, and a haircut to prepare for drill, I was off to jazz!
That class we started out with a fairly normal stretch; although, it was a bit shorter due to the fact that we were learning a new set of choreography in addition to taking the midterm after that! The choreography was lyrical based this time with a lot of movements! Some of them were beyond my technique as far as some of the leaps and turns especially! I tried to go with it nevertheless. And then, it was time to take the midterm. I was in the first group. We had two times to perform it! I don't know what or where I was, but I was obviously not feeling connected with the music or the dance that day! I tried to do the best I could, but before I knew it it was all over, and there I was resting on the floor as I watched the second group perform the piece! How well they danced, I thought for a moment, how nice it would have been to be like that, to have had all that training to move with style and grace! But, that day I felt as though I had failed! I felt as though, I had given what little I had, and in the end it had made little difference.
As some days, this was just "another day," and I would shake it off and in time I would return to take a fresh look at myself and start again.
This was Thursday, and the weekend hadn't even begun!
Moving through a maze of emotional craze...ah these are the daze...these are the daze,
The Dancing Devil Dog