smackay91

I want to convert my supposed potential into action. I have done small things over the course of this year that console me by demonstrating that effort does, in fact, produce results; I made it into Eastern Regionals for band, landed a job that I’ve been eyeing for months, did well in my AP course and perhaps even grown as an individual. I am ruthlessly determined to continue this quest and hope that each accomplishment gives me more confidence in myself. This is a noble journey, interweb folk, and I respect anyone who takes a part in it.

Let me start out with reasons that inhibit me from dancing:
~I cannot decipher or convey normal body language accurately. Unfortunately for me, these seem to be the most rudimentary skills required for dances. It just isn’t hardwired in my brain.
~I am socially inept and do not form connections with other people easily. I tend to reproach most human contact. As a result, people feel awkward around me.
~I am clumsy in general.
~I do not understand the impulse to dance. I have never, as far as I know, had the urge to dance when listening to music.

Despite these minor (ha) setbacks, I’ve decided it would be in my best interest to learn some sort of formal dance. I realize I have some personal resentment toward dancing (which may stem from past experiences), and I feel that this is unwarranted. I want to prove to myself that pride or the fear of embarrassment are not the reasons why I dislike dance. An added bonus is that, when I learn, I will be able to speak with some authority about the subject and say, with conviction, that I either enjoy it or I do not – with valid, cogent justification.

I’ve gotten decent at the chanter, thanks to the interweb and the Bagpipe Player program… but I probably would have made much more progress had I a consistent lesson instructor for the past year. Despite this setback, I have calculated that if I do not engage in lavish spending, I can pay for both college tuiton next year and a decent set of bagpipes with my newfound part-time job at the local library. Looks like it’s the miser life for me…