Alright. Here I am, a month into college. Honestly, so much has changed being thrown into this strange new place (but I gotta be real, I love LA), but I am so glad to have dance through all this. Having that constant in my life is amazing and I just rediscovered how important it is to me at the workshop I attended this weekend. Here I was, taking a class where the only dancer I know was the teacher, yet the second I put my shoes on, I didn't care I didn't know a soul in the studio. I didn't care that I had to take a stupid taxi all the way there. What mattered was that I got to put my heavies on and just dance. Sure the stamina drills killed and I have blisters the size of quarters on every toe, but I had the most fantastic time, and going to that workshop has brought back the motivation I had somehow lost in the midst of classes and sorority life. Two months till SRO. That title is mine and no one is going to stop me from taking it again. Let's do this.