Today is my undergraduate graduation.
Due to a lack of sentimentality about the recent past, I’m not there. While I was kind of anticipating doing some minor celebrating at home, Mom’s felt quite sick the past three days, so we’re going a lot of chilling around here.
I’ve never been one for celebrating milestones, and it’s not likely that I would suddenly become a big people person and want to hug and kiss everyone I hardly spent time with the past few years. But of course there will be people I miss very much. Many of them. Continue reading “Your Yale Happy Place”
One of the best things about university has been how everyone does ~something~. Everyone plays an instrument or sings (so. much. a cappella.) and some of my favorite moments have just been watching the people around me get together and do their thing.
So of course there are ballroom shows. But I don’t really get to watch those because I’m generally blinded by panic about having to go on myself. But I did watch the Icebreaker show for potential members my freshman year. I can even see me in the audience in the youtube videos (I’m so cute and young with stars in my eyes and an innocent heart 😛 ).
But ballroom shows or just one tiny thing that happens on campus (and also I’m contractually obliged to say they’re the best thing). But there’s so much else going on and wow, wouldn’t it be great to go to Yale and not have to do any classes or anything, but just kick back to take in the culture (and the parties and maybe audit a few bizarre and interesting classes).
And most of them are free of charge! And because I’m a cheapskate those are the ones I usually attend. Continue reading “Favorite Performances at Yale”
The end of an era. Said era being my college life. This past Friday was the Yale Ballroom Team’s Spring Show, and quite possibly my last ballroom dance performance ever. So, in the spirit of closure, this post will be a list of the two pieces I performed, the one piece I scrapped, and video links to youtube, where the team just uploaded them.
Also interesting is that in a month and a day this blog will turn one year old. It’s my intention, on that day, to make this blog public to people following me on Facebook. I wanted to know myself, know what I wanted to do, and know that I could maintain it before I shared it with people who know me as a person. But honestly I am kind of proud of this pet project, and I do enjoy it. So. One month and one day. The countdown begins. (Also incidentally May 25th, the blogiversary, is two months until my birthday). Continue reading “My Last Ballroom Pieces”
“Winter Ball comma the Last”
It’s very weird because ballroom dance has been my big extracurricular all throughout college, and yes, I’ve had plenty of previous dance experience, but ballroom was never something I had done before. Now that senior year is drawing to a close (it still feels unlikely, but Lily was just telling me that her last final is two months from today), I can feel my ballroom aspirations and enthusiasms also naturally winding down. I’m grateful, because I don’t want to leave Yale and miss ballroom too desperately- I want the mental space to make new choices and try new things.
Of course I still love spending time with the team. Just as ballroom has been my main/only extracurricular, it’s also been my biggest social outlet at Yale. The people on the team are not just “my team” but some of my best friends, and I hope to stay in touch with them for many years to come. The fact that I’ve stayed in close touch with a few previous graduates bodes well.
Ballroom dance may end up, for me, becoming inextricably linked with my Yale experience- my college self- and being one of the sweetest parts. Just how horses and horseback riding is so much bound up with middle school and high school, and Girl Scouts with elementary.
If we can learn anything from history, it’s that if I leave ballroom behind I’ll still love it and miss it, just as I miss horses (but less so riding, which started to get very stressful when I reached a certain competitive level). And even if I leave ballroom behind chances are that I’ll still be dancing, somehow, somewhere. I’ve been dancing for more than ten years and I can’t imagine life without doing something like that (even if it’s only social or… in the privacy of my room with the music loud 😉 ). Continue reading “Winter Ball, the Last”
Hey you! Now that Winter Ball is over and I’ve written my essay on Gender Imitation and Insubordination in Macbeth, I have a little spare time and brain space to come up with another list.
The Yale Ballroom Dance Team has been my main extracurricular and social activity for the last soon-to-be four years. I had never done ballroom dance before (unless you count quinceanera salsa, bachata, and merengue). But most of the team here had never done ballroom before joining. Some of us hadn’t even danced before (Pro tip: we’re the only dance group at Yale that doesn’t have auditions).
We compete and have two big shows a year- Winter Ball and Spring Show, in addition to smaller shows like Icebreaker at the beginning of the year, ‘gigs’ when we go on tour over Spring Break, and Caliente (our pre-freshman recruitment show).
And now I only have one more show left before I’m gone! Time to take a walk down memory lane and look back at my show pieces over my ‘bright college years’. Continue reading “YBDT Showpieces”
SAG is a terrible acronym. But I’m not typing out ‘Studio Actor’s Guild Awards’, no matter how handsome Mahershala Ali looked in his white tux.
Also, thank you Mahershala Ali for completely BLASTING Ryan Gosling out of the water with his Golden Globes white tux (all the La La Land love and fanfare makes me a bit vindictive toward Gosling, I admit it. His part in that film is overrated, the film is overrated, and his white suit is overrated.)
Okay, rant over.
Ali is the only gentleman I’m even going to reference because, as we discovered at the Globes, they tend to be boring as fuuuuuu—-. You get it. This is why we need to normalize a masculine interest in clothing, fashion, and appearance. Mostly so that men who are interested in clothing and beauty are not cruelly treated and can be themselves and surrounded by acceptance, but also so that I can look at more interesting tuxedos.
(And Tituss Burgess also looks fabulous) Continue reading “SAG Awards Red Carpet”
A list can be as short as one item. Which is why I think this list of three (okay, four if you count the less excellent House on Fire) is Very Much A List.
And while I’m feeling rather better today, I’m sticking with this topic because it minimizes the necessity of subjective thinking on my part. Because thinking is, frankly, exhausting. I’ve only fatigue and a sore throat today, so I’m going to classes and returning to ballroom practice. But I vow to do everything (including blogging) half-heartedly and with a minimum of effort.
Here, we have Sia on the one hand and ballroom dance genre samba on the other hand. And in the middle you have some Venn diagram-y overlap in the shape of three great songs and House on Fire, which will henceforth not be mentioned. Continue reading “Sia’s Sambas”