So far everyone who has walked by me in the library has given me a prolonged look of judgement and pity. And to be honest I can’t really blame them. I am writing this blog to you at 4:43 a.m, I am sprawled under a table with four empty coffee cups littered around me, and six minutes ago I was literally banging my head against the floor. Yes, I look like a freshly exhumed corpse, but inside I feel totally alive. No matter how stressful my week is academically, I know that the dance community on campus will turn my mood around. Every year, dance becomes a huge part of Oxy culture and my life at Oxy.
And this year is special. I can feel it. The energy in Dance Production is electrifying, the...Read More