Junior High is about awkward moments, new friends, more homework, and fun classes. It's about learning, being young, and creating inside jokes. It's about trying something new and slowly gaining confidence. It's about being a sevie, then stuck in the middle, then the oldest; when grades count. It's about making goals that you try hard to reach, and not freaking out about that one A-. About dances where you are shouting at your dance partner over the loud music, then pretending you heard them. It's about the colorful sharpies that you sign your name with on others' yearbooks. The heavy textbooks you haul around and occasionally lose. It's about the locker filled with pictures of the Eiffel Tower and the com. that you forget about once a week. It's about finding lonely people to sit with out lunch, and bad hair days, and ignoring drama. Trying to understand your 'interesting' teacher and studying your heart out for a test. It's about being surprised about a person you had judged before. Playing in the band, singing in Rhapsody, wearing an Officer jacket, and putting on assemblies. It's about days you wish there was A.C. and days you wish there was a heating system. About hard, fun, and new experiences that get you ready for the real world. Reading books, finishing assignments at 12 am, and trying to stay on the ball. It's about the school some people call 'ghetto', that you love. About realizing new talents, staying after school to type, and coming in early for Geometry help. Junior High is about making memories that will last.
There are so many things that make up a person. I know that "things" isn't the right word, but I can't think of something that adequately describes what a person even would be made of. Dreams, accomplishments, interests, regrets, mistakes, wishes, relationships, etc. I love ballet. I want to teach ballet, and I want to dance ballet. It's part of who I am. But my heart also yearns for the actress side of me. The little bite of real acting that I got at the age of ten in a production of Babes in Toyland in Salt Lake City. The countless drives to Ogden for rehearsals of Music Man when I was twelve. The ten-hour dress rehearsals of Jana's plays throughout high school. I miss that. My heart yearns for the flute. The peak of my playing my Senior year when I was practicing daily and could play Carnival of Venice like a pro. When I began to see what my practicing had accomplished and considered going on to play in a symphony. I miss French. Learning an entire other ...
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