I don't know if I've
ever mentioned how much I love my job on here, so just in case it isn't clear,
I love love love my job. I feel
incredibly lucky and blessed to be able to be a dance educator where I work. I learn something new every day from one of
my students. I learn how to be a better,
hard working person & better person in general. I teach students from ages 2-18 and they all
have something incredible to offer the world.
Children are amazing, and the particular group I work with are some of
my favorites, because they love dance and so do I. Good children usually come from good
parents. These children have some neat
parents, I have a certain love for parents who choose to put their children in
the arts, and sports, and an even greater love for parents who put their
children in dance class. Week 36 was a
rough week for me, I had a series of ups and downs, for every good thing that
happened, it seemed like two bad things would happened. I was becoming a little discouraged with life
and kept thinking "can't I just catch a break?!" Saturday morning before I went into work, I
put on a pair of sweatpants, an over sized T-shirt, put my hair in a pony, and
put on some mascara. I was a little
defeated and wasn't going to invest a ton of time into my appearance that day
and try to stay as confined to the corners of the studio as possible. Working brings me out of whatever mood I'm in
so as the day progressed I was feeling a little bit chipper. One of my colleagues and myself were
working in jazz technique class with one
of our younger groups when the other competition team dancers came into the
room and said "class is cancelled!".
There was a parents meeting going on upstairs, so I figured the meeting
got out early and my boss probably didn't want to send them home and then need
them to come pick up kids 45 minutes later.
The first thought that came into
my head was "Sweet! I get to go home to my Seanathan early today!"
One of my little students Emma came up to me with a corsage
and everyone screamed "Happy baby shower!" Upstairs in our other studio the parents and
the staff had arranged a surprise baby shower.
Considering the week I had leading up to this, and that my hormones are
crazy from being nine months pregnant, and I don't sleep much anymore, I
cried. What an overwhelming and humbling
experience! We received so many
gifts! I was so surprised, and full of
gratitude. I didn't even think to get
pictures accept one once the shower was over of some of the presents on the
table. I'm hoping some parents took some
that I might be able to snag. It was a
special day and it completely made up for the week proceeding it. I hate opening presents in front of people,
but opening these gifts in front of all of my dancers was actually really
really fun.Their reactions were so genuine whenever I pulled an adorable outfit
out of a gift bag. My love for this
particular group of people grew so much from this act of kindness. It will be something that I always hold near
to my heart.
This particular Saturday was a day where we just hung out
with our dance family. Later that night
we all went to Shady Acres in Council Bluffs for a team hay rack ride and
bonfire. Sean and I have never heard of
a hay rack ride until this event, and because it was so new to us we thought it
was the coolest thing. I kind of feel
nerdy saying that because to all these Nebraskans it seemed totally
normal. A tractor pulls a rack full of
hay through the woods with a bunch of people sitting on it.
There are several other racks going at the same time yours
is, and as you pass each other in the woods, you throw hay on one another. It seems simple and silly, but goodness we
had so much fun! It was nice to participate in a fall activity as well. Sean
and I have not participated in many fall activities this year. We've been going to pumpkin patches for a
really long time and I just haven't been in the mood to go trekking out in the
middle of a field. This was really wonderful just getting to sit and enjoy the
beautiful scenery, the sun setting through the trees, and the company of some
great people. Following the hay rack
ride we had hot-dogs and s'mores around a bonfire. We are still getting hay out of various
pieces of clothing and our coats still smell like smoke. We had a really great time! 
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