I've been thinking lots recently about how daily life and lifestyle changes so much. Even within the past few months (in which I have started college) it has changed many times.
I guess at the beginning of the semester, I would study, but sometimes with friends, and that's the thing, I had a group of friends in my dorm, including my roommate, and I would get upset when a friend would just come into our room and stay for a long time because that was distracting. I used to lock the doors even when I was in my room, just so they couldn't get in when I needed to get things done, but now I don't even have to worry about it. At the VERY beginning of the semester until a couple of weeks in, I would pretend to be asleep until my roommate left for class, then the SECOND the door closed, I would jump out of bed and start my day.
Then I think I just got really busy with school work, even though my relatively vigorous studying faded pretty quickly and early on in the semester. A lot of last semester was me (already kind of by myself, I didn't feel like hanging out with friends) either trying to convince myself to study, studying, or reading plays. Or doing really strange attempts at ballet, cause I wanted to learn but hadn't started classes. I did a lot of that, practicing basic ballet exercises alone in my room for a long time.
But when I started classes, I kind of knew more what to do. I stood in front of the mirror and practiced plies and pirouettes.
But, mostly, my life consisted of trying to study and reading plays.
This semester, it's a bit different. I'm taking three dance classes a week, I actually ride the bus everywhere (last semester I was so skeptical of the bus and riding at night wasn't even an option for me... as if I rode in the daytime.... I definitely did not). I take voice lessons, so once a week I'm up early and on the bus because it's a 40 minute bus ride to my teacher and I need my lesson to be early enough for me to get back in time for class. And I have a bike now, I ride it across campus. And now that I actually am learning tap, I usually have my tap shoes in my backpack, along with my voice song book and a play I want to eventually direct, and I'm in the process of analyzing it and living and breathing it so that I will be entirely familiar with it, enough to direct eventually. Anyways, when I head out - especially when I'm on my bike - I don't really know where exactly I'll hit before coming back home. I usually stop by the rec center to practice tap, or I'll go to the fine arts library or wherever else to work on the play, or I'll sneak into a practice room in the music building to practice vocal warmups. I'm still way too insecure about my voice to really practice as focused as I with I could, but it's just this mentality thing and I'm working on it. The practice rooms are only for music majors, but no one has stopped me yet. And thank goodness, it's my only option. If it's late, like after about 8:00pm, I might go to the theatre building and see if a dance studio there is open. Usually, you can only go in if you're a major and if you reserve the space 48 hours in advance with a staff signature for approval, but when the office is closed and there's no one else in the building, no one can see me tap dance.
But then I also study. I have to, I'm taking 18 hours this semester (for reasons relating to my hopeful double majoring). So I'm either in class, studying, or practicing refining my performing/artistic skills. I feel like a little wanderer, slipping into places where there's leftover time and leftover space. And no one knows I do it, I think. I slip in the cracks. No one sees me now, no one will see me coming, but that'll only be because they never looked.
