First day of second year = finished. Whilst I am filled with a huge amount of optimism for the coming year, and hugely determined to get stuck in, I can’t help but feel a little bit overwhelmed. Walking into Northern’s foyer this morning to a sea of unfamiliar faces all bright, and hopeful and excited, whilst I was filled with mixed anticipation and trepidation for what second year is going to entail. I don’t have a hope in hell of learning everybody’s name, but I’ll give it a bash.
Yet, after a first, although admittedly easier going, healthy dancer day, I don’t feel too bad. My body doesn’t ache (yet), and I managed to grin the whole way through contemporary even though I was dying from Tiia’s warm up in the first five minutes. What is perhaps most helpful is that you’re buoyed by the lovely fellow students in your year that you haven’t seen in the last two months. Everyone’s spent time away from dance, done other exciting things- lots have gained wicked tans, and everybody just wants to get going now- to get back into this dancing thing we all do. You’d be crazy to not just go with the flow and get ready for the hard work.
But thank god it’s the weekend now, come Monday I’ll be raring to go, but first let me just recover with a cup of tea 🙂