A thing I have not mentioned (I think?) is how I used to dance, in college. Not like, I danced for fourteen years and haven't since college, but in the sense that I started dancing in college. My freshman year roommate was a dancer, and when she told me that dance classes counted for gym credit (one of the weird requirements at my university), I was like SIGN ME UP. And I took a modern dance class, and except for my semester abroad, I took dance every semester after that. I think I was taking two classes a semester my senior year. Mostly modern, a little jazz, a smidge of ballet. I loved it. I wasn't very good at it, but it made me happy and I didn't care. So this brings me to now, the sad state of affairs where I haven't danced in two years. I thought, when I came to Alabama, that I'd be able to take classes in their awesome dance program, but it turns out the program is so awesome that it's also incredibly elitist. I would have to be a dance major or minor just to sign up, and since I'm a grad student, that's not going to happen. Cue sad face. I've had a lot of extracurricular activities in my life, and some that I did for years, much longer than I danced, but dance is the one that hurts to think about. I had to stop watching SYTYCD, because I was jealous. I cried at the Katy Perry movie last week, partially because I am a natural crier, but also I was a little emotional watching her backup dancers practice.
I am telling you this because I showed up for a hip hop class at the rec last week, thinking it was a hip hop exercise class. You know, let's do semi-dance moves to some hip hop and also some crunches. WRONG. It was a real dance class. A REAL ONE. All this time, there was a class I could have been taking! And two years later, I am basically a dancing wreck. I could barely do any of it, couldn't remember the steps, and man it sucked to suck in front of all those awesome dancers. BUT! It turns out there is a non-university dance class at the rec in the fall, a technique class for lyrical and jazz. I feel like an idiot for missing out on this thing that I love to do for so long, but I am so fucking excited.
In the arts building in college, there was a George Eliot quote next to the entryway I walked through at least three times a week for four years: "It's never too late to be who you might have been." I'm a cheesy enough person that I took it to heart. I don't want to go be a Katy Perry backup dancer. I just want to be able to move.