Last week in dance senior project class, Big Daddy Da Bomb (who has requested that I identify him this way) asked that each dancer have 2 minutes of choreography by our next class meeting. Unwillingly, I complied with this request. I found it much more challenging than usual to come up with choreography. I'm not sure if it was knowing that this will be my final performance at Lusher, or if it was just the senioritis kicking in. Finally, I worked through it and prepared and performed my 2 minutes of choreography for the class. In the next class meeting, I reviewed the choreography I came up with and realized that it is total crap. I decided that it's unsalvageable, and the only way for me to make it better is for me to start over. I told Mr. Da Bomb about this decision, and he seems to think I should try to salvage 1/3 of it, and incorporate new, better choreography into it. I completely disagree, but I'll see what I can do...
I met with both Mr. Da Bomb and Mr. Trapp today to narrow down what would specifically be the topic of my research paper. We decided that because I have a problem with committing to something I start, (ex. me wanting to flush away all of my choreography) that should be my topic. In other words, I will write a paper about the science of process, and what it to takes to stay committed to something; in a sense I will be coming up with a self-help book for myself and for others who share my problem.
On another, more pleasant note, I realized that after assisting the 6th graders today, I may have been wrong about them. Today they started learning new, somewhat rigorous material. They were more focused, and more eager to get their questions answered and learn more material. Maybe I shouldn't have given up hope on them so soon...
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