Back to School

Yesterday, I went back to school.

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Once the treehaus got sorted out-

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I could then turn my attention to finding daycare, and all the other things that needed to be done, to prepare myself mentally, and physically, for school.

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Over the weekend I began buying my books.  I tried reading the slimmest volume.  I stumbled through its forward.

My stumbling made me scared.

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It’s stage fright.

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I awoke early.  I did an abbreviated warm-up routine of what I always did before stepping on stage.  I got my hair done the night before as well; it’s an old dancer habit- we put our hair up, we fix our face, we get into costume.

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Bruno was sent to daycare.

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We’ve been visiting daycare all week to practise for the day of my actual leaving him behind.  I walked 8 blocks south.  With each step, I felt less afraid, more curious, more determined.

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My classmates are mostly fine arts or art history majors.  Someone is working at Sotheby’s.  Another is a painter who wants to explore fabric and gender.  Yet another makes lace.  When it was my turn to introduce myself, I said- Hello, I’m Tammy Wong.  I come from 20 years of dance, and I’m here to seek a new language.

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All eyes remained on me, awaiting more.  But that’s all I had to say.  I tried again.

I just relocated from London… I’ve been hibernating.  I used to dance here, so it’s like coming home.

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In hibernation, I grew older.  I lived in a cold country where people are reticent.  I had forgotten how much Americans (in general), enjoy chatting about themselves, openly sharing abcdefg.  I had become more private a person, even as ironically, I began building a blog, and an IG account.

A young man old enough to be my son, asked if I was a freshman.

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Then he tried to impress me by telling me he was a junior.

Mid-Afternoon, a sudden torrential downpour.  My sandals got drenched through, my bag took a beating, my hair frizzled.  My spirits?

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My spirits soared.

  •  1960s vintage dress- Pippin Home, 112 1/2 West 17th Street.  I had it shortened for a better fit.
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  • Alterations were done by Tony at Green Apple Cleaners, 92 Greenwich Avenue

2 thoughts on “Back to School

  1. Similar feelings of fear when I returned to school last year to study something different. Your answer in your introduction is more eloquent than mine was! 😉

    Funny way of putting it about the “stage” preparation! I felt exactly the same when I face a challenge about starting something. I get dressed, do my make up, and fix my hair up for “performance”.

    All the best in your studies Tammy!

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