Moving On

I have one more month before I graduate.

One month before I turn 18.

My friends are graduating and leaving.

All sorts of things are changing.

Change isn’t always bad.Sometimes it seems like a little much. But things have to change eventually. So let’s embrace it.

One of the hardest parts of graduating is everyone else graduating. And leaving. Don’t get me wrong, I’m glad I’m staying in Alaska. Golden Boy is here. It’s hard watching your friends go though.

My best friend of 13 years is moving 5,000 miles away to go to school. I try to be excited for her. It must be nerve-wracking to think about. Somewhere new, new people, school. Crazy. I don’t want her to leave. But at the same time I’m excited that she gets to do something entirely new.

Another of my friends graduated early and is moving away at the beginning of May. And if ever I had a girlfriend to do girly things with, it’s her. She’s the one I go shopping with, watch chick flicks and horror movies, dare her to go talk to the cute guy, dress up just to go to Blockbuster, all that stuff. After she leaves, I won’t have that around anymore.

But she’s excited to leave. It’s a real adventure. She can’t wait. So even though I’m sad about this too, I’m happy for her and her excitement.

And then there’s me. I’m working this summer again. The Hoopla- Chiatto is returning. (If you have no clue what a Hoopla-Chiatto is, you obviously need to be educated here. ) I’m really excited about it, and excited to find a full or part time job this fallĀ  to work while Princess is out of season. I’m looking forward to putting away money.

Lots of change is coming up. But I’m oddly peaceful about it. I know that God is directing things where they ought to go. Everything is going to turn out alright. Here’s to a new chapter, guys. Cheers.

Back to the Rosin

Dance starts back up today!

After an insanely long break it’s back to the hardwood, metal bars, and oh-so-glorious rosin.

Tonight I get to teach the first class of the semester and I’m looking forward to it.

I bought 95 new songs, I have some new experience under my belt and I am feeling prepared. New leotards don’t hurt either šŸ˜‰

I honestly don’t know if I’m looking forward to teaching or actually dancing more. I love both so much. I love working and seeing improvement in myself, but seeing improvement in the girls I teach is very rewarding too.

I have mixed feelings about the upcoming show, but hopefully it’ll be great.Ā It’ll at least be cute.

I thank God so much for my dance family and the opportunities I get with it. I am so blessed by ballet.

For my lovely dancers reading this, can’t wait to see you this week! Love you all!

How to Get Your Friends to Disapprove of You in 1 Easy Step

Step 1: Be a Christian who dates in high school. (If you’re homeschooled, this adds to the effect.)


Okay, so maybe this isn’t the most effective way for most of you. In order for this to work you need to be Christian, with Christian friends who aren’t allowed to date yet. And like I said, it works best if you and your friends are homeschooled.

I have nothing against my friends who think dating in high school isn’t the greatest idea. However, there are some fantastic perks to dating in high school.

  • Boundaries are already set by parents.

Let’s face it, for some of us, boundaries are not easy to maintain. In dating, this can be dangerous. But, when you date in high school, your parents set the boundaries… and there are awful consequences if you step outside those boundaries. Come on, who likes getting yelled at by disappointed parents? No one? That’s what I thought.

  • Your boyfriend/girlfriend has to get to know your family.

I’m not an expert in the field of college dating, but if you’re off away at college before you start dating, it gets a lot harder for your family to get to know who you’re dating.

  • Makes your relationship with your parents stronger.

Now, maybe this isn’t true for everyone, but it has been very true for me, especially with my mother. I get a ton of guidance from her, guidance that I probably wouldn’t get if I was moved out. I tell her practically everything that goes on with me and my boyfriend. She laughs with me when something great happens, and helps me to be reasonable when something not-so-great happens. This has all helped alongĀ the inevitableĀ transition from parent/child to friends.

  • You see your parents’ marriage in a new light.

Being in a relationship has given me an entirely new perspective on my parents’ relationship. It has made me appreciate how much work it takes to stay in love with someone and shown me how to appreciate my boyfriend’s strengths and weaknesses.Ā 

  • Parents’ experiences can help the young couple

Your parents’ are pretty good at recognizing issues early on, especially if they had to go through the same things. In these cases, your parents can give super helpful insight about how to solve these problems. And my mom has given me quite a few pointers on dealing with men šŸ˜›

So yes, I have reasons for why I think dating in high school isn’t a terrible idea, I’m not just some love-struck teenage girl who decided that her way was the right way.

Opinions, people? I’m sure you have them šŸ™‚Ā 


Alice and the Queen of Hearts

After Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland, the girl lost pretty much all sense of reality. She wandered around with a lost look on her face, touching things to make sure they were there and checking her height periodically. She could be found talking to caterpillars in the yard and steering clear of any drink that wasn’t water.

Her pale blonde hair was always kept out of her face by a black headband. Today, she was wearing white denim shorts and a light pink tank top that matched her Toms. Light blue, almost grey eyes looked around without really seeing anything. She mumbled to herself and tripped over her own feet.

A vicious cackle filled the hallway. Alice whipped her head around in terror and darted into an empty classroom as Scarlet Regina made her way down the hall.

The Queen of Hearts herself, captain of the cheerleading squad, Prom queen, all around diva. Her dark red hair was pulled back into a curly pony tail and she was dressed all in red, from her sparkly pumps to the low-cut tank top. Her posse of cheerleaders and boys followed close behind, dressed in black and white with dashes of red.

As she passed by the Mad Hatter and the March Hare they both bowed formally and exclaimed, “Your Majesty!” in mocking tones.

“Off with their heads,” Scarlet gestured towards them with out really caring, then burst into grating laughter again. Her crew joined in nervously.

Scarlet was extraordinarily beautiful, but her eyes were ice cold. Most people associate brown eyes with warmth, but not Scarlet Regina’s. They passed over a crowd as if everyone was below her. If she stared at you too long, you could feel your limbs start to freeze.

For the most part, her threats were empty. She didn’t really chop peoples heads off… anymore. But there were a couple of strange cases concerning students who had disappeared after getting into an argument with Scarlet. No one did anything about it; Scarlet always got away with anything she wanted.

The currently single, wannabe ruler of the school had her eyes set on Philip Grace. He and Briar Rose had split up shortly after Philip became Prom King and Scarlet was positive she was going to get him.

Scarlet peeked into the classroom that Alice had ducked into.

“Alice, dear, are we up for our croquet game after school?”

“Yes,” Alice squeaked.

“See you then, dahling.” And Scarlet sashayed down the hall, swinging her hips full force, as Alice scampered to her locker.