This is one of those horribly sappy “letters to myself” posts. Please excuse me, but I really want to tell myself:
- Yes, you can sleep through that noise in your room, in the adjacent room, in the hall.
- No, you cannot be so uptight. Be kind and sincere and considerate.
- Be a better roommate.
- No, you don’t need to bring your entire tea set to college. Or so many shoes.
- No, you don’t need to ask so many questions after every jazz class. You’re a dancer. Use your body to figure it out.
- You shouldn’t try to jump a pas de bourrée. You’ll only end up breaking your toe.
- Please, please don’t wear those shoes with that skirt. You look like a clown.
- Yes, you can sleep through that noise.
- Yes, you will eventually figure out how to roll the castanets.
- Yes, you really can do homework/talk/sleep/ponder theories of the world while every other sophomore dance major is also trying to roll the castanets.
- No, your hair will not fall out when you have to spray it black for Nutcracker performances.
- That’s not how you rond de jambe en l’air.
- Yes, your bottom leg will still be functional after Swan Lake, Act II. Yes, that’s tendonitis.
- Yes, you will finish a double major. Stop stressing.
- However, you should check with the head of department about requirement confusion.
- Yes, your stick figure cartoons are amusing in your Music Theory, Choreography, and Global and Historical Studies classes. Now pay attention!
- Please, please use your knitting savvy and make a tutu base that actually fits your torso instead of bunching up all the fabric on a too-big pattern.
- On that subject, don’t use pastel, variegated, mohair yarn for your very first lace project.
- No, you really can’t juggle.
- No, you won’t die if the apartment is slightly messy.
- No, you shouldn’t use fifteen people in your very first choreographed piece.
- Yes, that girl really is going to ride on the wrong side of the road. Wait just one minute and the two of you won’t collide.
- No, fifteen minutes is not three-quarters of an hour. Yes, that boy in your physics class really does like you.
- Your Irish Lit paper is too convoluted.
- Yes, you really will get through Choreography II. No, you shouldn’t try to make a piece that’s entirely petit allegro.
- You don’t actually have to learn the proof of standard deviation.
- Please, please don’t be so ambitious about your BSI project. You can’t prove that thesis, no matter how hard you try.
- Don’t fouetté like that! You are going to sprain your toe, then inflame your tendon, then miss your chance to dance the Sugarplum Fairy. Just back away slowly…
- No, it’s not the end of the world when that does happen.
- Yes, you should ask for help with the Por Vos Muero music before rehearsal starts in January.
- Your French teacher speaks Welsh. Ask her about it before the final exam.
- Talk to your family more often.
- Everything will work itself out in the end.
- That leotard is on inside out.
Turning points in my life always turn me sappily reflective. It happened with high school, too. What interesting things have you learned throughout the course of high school/college/your young adult years that you wish you’d known beforehand?
** Oh, and one more: Don’t put potato peels down the kitchen sink. It will clog. **