Dancing for DE for the first time has stretched me BEYOND BELIEF. It has felt amazing pulling off the kind of items we do and I can hardly believe I am a part of something so exciting. (Maybe I just live in a hole.)

If I told anyone about the kind of methods our choreographer used to get emotions out of us, they'd probably freak out. I can't even imagine what the dancers in the neighbouring dressing rooms thought of all that crying and yelling.

I can't wait to improve and do more contemp (although a part of me feels I have reached my technical limit). I just don't know if my priorities are straight. I guess we shall see when finals arrive. Ugh.