First Position, Demi-Plié

I have a BFA in Acting.  Useful, right?

OK, so here’s the deal.  I am in the final stretches of getting the house ready for our first rental.  (Happening this weekend!!)  At one point yesterday I was walking around with a gallon of white paint and a half inch artist’s brush touching up trim and baseboards.  I may need to seek some sort of professional help.  And I mean the type that can write prescriptions.

At 8:33PM, as I was about to hang a new shower curtain liner, I realized Big Lots was going to close at 9PM and I really wanted to go get a few more plastic storage bins, tonight. {#addictedtostoragebins}  So I stopped everything I was doing and grabbed my keys to leave.  It’s only a 4 minute drive and I was just going to run in and grab those.  So yes, I was going to be “that guy” coming into the store moments before they closed but I was going to be in and out, lickity-split.  So off I went.  Nevermind that I was unshowered, wearing  a ratty t-shirt, old running shorts and flip flops, and I was covered in a combination of caulk and white paint.

After getting the bins I decided I’d pop over to Price Chopper and get something to eat for dinner.  While I was mindlessly browsing the produce section I overheard a conversation between a man and a woman that hadn’t seen one another in a while.  They were catching each other up on what their perspective kids were doing these days.  (Note: I unabashedly eavesdrop all the time.)  From the sound of it, she had high school aged kids and his were a bit younger, probably elementary school.  It really wasn’t that interesting so I wasn’t paying too much attention until, as I was choosing sweet potatoes, I heard the man say with a chuckle, “Well yeah, she says she wants to go to ballet college.”  Then they both laaaaaughed, and made fun of the poor little girl that thought such a thing existed.  I wanted to walk over to them and say, “Um, excuse me, she could totally go to ballet college.  I mean, it wouldn’t be called that but she could study dance and get a degree.”

Obviously I didn’t do this, but it made me realize how lucky I am to have grown up in a place and more importantly in a family that recognized “ballet college” isn’t just something in the imagination of a 7 year old.  My parents not only supported my decision to go to school and earn a degree in acting they also paid for it.  All of it.  I am one of my few peers that graduated from college with zero student loan debt and I am so very thankful for my parents’ ability and willingness to make that happen for me.  It made starting adult life so much easier.  They also did this for my sister, who did in fact go to ‘ballet college’ at North Carolina School of the Arts before transferring to Columbia University and earning a degree is psychology with a minor in dance.  (Ha. I have the BFA in acting and spent over a decade working for a preeminent scientific institution and my sister has a degree in psychology from an Ivy League school and makes her living as a voiceover artist.  It figures.)

But for what it’s worth, my college experience was life changing.  And, believe or not, I think my degree in acting has been super useful both on and off the stage.  So, I hope at some point that little girl meets someone like me that tells her she can indeed go to ballet college.

Ballet B

I don’t have access to any pictures of me as a “tiny dancer.” But I do have this one of my sister!

PS: Those bins that I had to have last night.  Still in the car.


2 thoughts on “First Position, Demi-Plié

  1. From your art major Mother: Who Loved the arts and hated math and supported every recital,play and creative endeavor of my talented children .
    Those art curriculums created amazing young women of whom I am so proud!


  2. The bins may not have been there if you didn’t rush out. I think it’s fine that they spent the night in the car. 😀 Yeah for your first rental! I’m sure they will love your home.


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