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I could talk about how I discovered where all the crows on campus were hiding, and how my exploring of the further forested reaches of campus turned to me standing there, just a bit dumbstruck, at the critical mass of crows, tens and tens and dozens of them, swarming the trees, roosting, leaving their roosts, jostling and jockeying for position, crowing and cawing and all those other crow sounds all the while. That was Monday.
I could talk about how I've had it up to here with my academic slacking (as manifested by a 73% on a chemistry test, and how I've made a deliberate effort to regularly attend class on time, stay awake, take notes, and do a little work at home, and how two or three days of this have been incredibly moralizing and I'll probably keep it up.
I could talk about the good time I had last night, coming to t'ai chi for the first time in about a month. Truly, I shouldn't have skipped. Heck, I need to start practicing more than once a month. Even if I know the whole form, I don't know it the way it's being taught to me now, which is slightly different. A little more old-fashioned, and a lot less streamlined. I'm fairly certain that I can recognize and create the feeling of chi, but that's with the form I'm familiar with. Learning to get the same sensation with a just slightly different set of movements is a good challenge. I could also talk about what happened after t'ai chi: a bunch of people came into the room we were using, bearing food and speakers. (chips, salsa, grapes, pita, and hummus.) 'Lo, I was invited to stay, eat a little...and learn some Israeli (folk) dancing. This was both fun and educational. I think I caught on faster than any of the other raw newbies that'd never done this before (the small majority of which I think were Jewish, but it wasn't really relevant who was and wasn't. The Jewish community on campus is active though, and I think that's cool.)
It came to my attention during the half-hour before the class actually started that maybe I'm pretty good at this dancing thing. Someone commented with suprise at how quickly I picked things up while the teaching student and someone else who was familiar with the dances were just fiddling around with the music, showing off a bit and warming up. I followed along as best I could. Well, I like dancing. I've done a fair bit different varieties: a year or two of tap in elementary school, ballet starting at about the same time continuing on up until 8th or 9th grade, a little bit of swing and couple dancing in cotillion in middle school, and various random "we're going to teach you guys how to swing!" things. And freestyle, make-it-up as you go, to one's mp3 player, or pretending one knows how to rave at an anime convention dance. I guess I do have more dance experience than the average Jill, even if it's a bit spotty and unfocused.
There's also the matter that the friend I made at this event is a rather interesting sort, an open-minded geek that was totally flirting with me at the end. (Offered to walk me to the car, stole a kiss of the back of my hand after I drove him up to his apartments.) Rather bold, but that's a change and a refreshing one. Theoretically, I was flirting right back by being friendly, saying yes to the walk and yes to the drive, but...eh. I'm not worried. Fish'll learn soon enough. (You reading this yet, Fish? I know you've got my LJ now...)
I could talk about how I've had it up to here with my academic slacking (as manifested by a 73% on a chemistry test, and how I've made a deliberate effort to regularly attend class on time, stay awake, take notes, and do a little work at home, and how two or three days of this have been incredibly moralizing and I'll probably keep it up.
I could talk about the good time I had last night, coming to t'ai chi for the first time in about a month. Truly, I shouldn't have skipped. Heck, I need to start practicing more than once a month. Even if I know the whole form, I don't know it the way it's being taught to me now, which is slightly different. A little more old-fashioned, and a lot less streamlined. I'm fairly certain that I can recognize and create the feeling of chi, but that's with the form I'm familiar with. Learning to get the same sensation with a just slightly different set of movements is a good challenge. I could also talk about what happened after t'ai chi: a bunch of people came into the room we were using, bearing food and speakers. (chips, salsa, grapes, pita, and hummus.) 'Lo, I was invited to stay, eat a little...and learn some Israeli (folk) dancing. This was both fun and educational. I think I caught on faster than any of the other raw newbies that'd never done this before (the small majority of which I think were Jewish, but it wasn't really relevant who was and wasn't. The Jewish community on campus is active though, and I think that's cool.)
It came to my attention during the half-hour before the class actually started that maybe I'm pretty good at this dancing thing. Someone commented with suprise at how quickly I picked things up while the teaching student and someone else who was familiar with the dances were just fiddling around with the music, showing off a bit and warming up. I followed along as best I could. Well, I like dancing. I've done a fair bit different varieties: a year or two of tap in elementary school, ballet starting at about the same time continuing on up until 8th or 9th grade, a little bit of swing and couple dancing in cotillion in middle school, and various random "we're going to teach you guys how to swing!" things. And freestyle, make-it-up as you go, to one's mp3 player, or pretending one knows how to rave at an anime convention dance. I guess I do have more dance experience than the average Jill, even if it's a bit spotty and unfocused.
There's also the matter that the friend I made at this event is a rather interesting sort, an open-minded geek that was totally flirting with me at the end. (Offered to walk me to the car, stole a kiss of the back of my hand after I drove him up to his apartments.) Rather bold, but that's a change and a refreshing one. Theoretically, I was flirting right back by being friendly, saying yes to the walk and yes to the drive, but...eh. I'm not worried. Fish'll learn soon enough. (You reading this yet, Fish? I know you've got my LJ now...)
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Though you're 'not worried' and therefore presumably not confused about this, so, uh, carry on, then, I guess.
Your middle school had a cotillion? I don't know whether to be charmed or creeped out!
-Garran
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Cotillions are those things that they send boys and girls off to in dresses and nice clothes, to learn how to do couple dancing and sit around and make small talk with paper cups of punch and a cookie or two, right?
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and, if i ever meet your boyfriend, odds are i'll flirt with him too.
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no i'm not kidding....
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yes i'm straight
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-Garran