It is all quite simple: nothing. I am expecting nothing to change from the transition into the big scary world of college. I still commute to school, still dance, still carry the expectations from two jobs on my shoulders, still go to art galleries and see all the most important people in my life. Thus far, it has been exactly that.
When I was in high school, I kept waiting for it to get harder, perhaps for it to be pushing me into work. I never felt that pressure others felt. I never studied until the dawn. It was quite simple really, still the same. I worry more about my responsibilities as a teacher then as a student. Don’t get the wrong idea, I do still care about my GPA and all that jazz and I learn and if I felt that I really needed to work for it, I have the willpower to do so.
For now, however, I will dance and try my best to express myself, to demand from my students hard work or as much hard work as you can possibly ask a three year old to do. The experience of teaching is everything I have ever wanted to do, especially in the field of dance. It is rewarding in the sense that your children love you and look up to you and still you give them all the knowledge you have gained through these experiences, through your life, and your journey through a similar experience.
I love life, especially right now.
