Sunday

Welp. I didn't get into the Dance Ed major. It didn't come as a real big shock. I mean, I got a callback, which was good because they could have just said, 'Sianara, you stink!' So, I got to dance my solo one more time, (and I kicked trash) but in the end it just didn't cut it. That wasn't the path in life that I was supposed to take, no matter how much I wanted it. I'm happy with my performance, (minus the major screw-ups in Ballet and the Adagio) and I'm not sulking over the fact that my dream just got shut down.
Because I'm technically a Junior, (almost a Senior) I got to register for classes like, 2 days ago. I registered for all dance classes, hoping that I'd be in the major. So, I had to get on and finally pick a major to stick to. After much debate and deliberation, I have decided to get a degree in Family Studies emphasizing Human Development. While many would scoff at this idea and tell me I was only going to school to get my MRS degree, you will be happy to note that not only will I make an amazing mommy some day, but that I'll also get to counsel or volunteer for a disability-type center. So, for all of you out there who were laughing at me, stick that in your juice box and suck it!