Introductions to this Bizarre Life I Live

Greetings from the other side of space,

My name is Terragan and this will be a platform I’ll be using to get my thoughts out into the space we occupy. I’m a junior studying History and Global Studies and love the frequent question of ‘what I’m going to do with that?’ The easy answer has been to see the world through any number of opportunities, the most reoccurring one would be to serve as a US ambassador. That’d be neat, I guess.

The hard answer is that I really don’t know. Call it my submissive nature but I’m often fickle and can change my whole plan at the drop of a hat, flip of a coin, or by the suggestions made by those that form my community of support. The one thing I know I want in life is to be free, call it a dreamer’s desire, but the option to drop everything and jump on an adventure that can span the width of worlds has been the pillar granite I stand on. Meeting new people on those adventures are That is the wonder I find in life.

More about myself: I like space, both literal and in thought. Breathing room, but close enough for the intimacy and togetherness of life to take hold. I also love to dance…not well, but I’m stubborn on continuing this hobby. I like to dream. Why have your head in the clouds when you can have it amongst the stars?

I’m excited to be able to confide into you all.

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Hello! Welcome back!

Hello everyone! I am a new blogger on here and I am happy for this opportunity. My first blog will just be some information about me.

I was born in Colorado Springs, CO and moved around for most of my life. I have lived in Wisconsin, Illinois, Kentucky, Indiana, Missouri, and so on. Most of my childhood was in Indiana, where I lived from first grade to eighth grade. My family moved to St. Louis and I have been here ever since.

I am a huge comic nerd and have been for most of my life. One of my favorite hobbies is dance, and I use to take tap dancing lessons. I love fashion, and was even voted the most fashionable guy in my senior year of high school. I have grown to love the St. Louis culture, which is part of the reason I chose to attend Fontbonne. I am majoring in Fashion Merchandising as well. I have a problem with binge watching shows, and I always take recommendations.

I hope to cover student life on this blog throughout the semester. Thank you all, and I can’t wait to see what this semester brings!

Gone and Back Home Again

“She doesn’t even go here.”

Hi! My name is Cecelia Meyer, I am a transfer student and new to Fontbonne this semester. I am native to the St. Louis area, born and raised, and it feels so great to be back! I am a second semester freshman, double majoring in social science/strategic communications. I was slightly terrified about entering the world of being a transfer, mostly because I didn’t know how to make friends, I was so sure groups were already formed, and friendship bracelets were made. However, here at Fontbonne the people are so kind and so welcoming. There has not been a single moment where I am concerned about where to sit whether in class or the dinning hall, people are always smiling and inviting. However, it can still be a struggle to find your niche! NO FEARS! Fontbonne has a plethora of activities that can help a transfer student like myself feel right at home. My second week in, Fontbonne had a student activities fair and I got to see some of the great organizations on campus like FAB! Also getting active (literally) is a great way to get involved and meet new people! I go to Zumba on Thursdays and I have already met a handful of amazing individuals! Believe me, I am the worst dancer, but in Zumba there is no judgement, only great music! I am eager to share my transfer experience with you all and share the great place of Fontbonne!

Dancing Through Life

The weekend before last marked a significant date in my dance career. It was the last time I “took the stage” as a Griffin Girl. I’ve been on the dance team at Fontbonne for three years. During my freshman year here, I made the mistake to not partake in any extracurricular activities, and forewent what I had been doing since I was five years old.

Clearly, I couldn’t stay away from dance for long, and joined the team the  following year. This decision ranks in the top for the best  decisions I have made in my life so far. You see, dance is not just a sport for me. It’s more than a performance or source of entertainment for others. It’s a way I let myself deal with all that life can throw at me. Dance is my catharsis, my release in life.

So I continued, and I met the greatest gals whom I now call my friends. We were more than just a team. We were there for each other. We all needed dance, and we needed each other. 2014-2015 Griffin Girls

Griffin Girls was the perfect outlet for me to keep dancing and still focus on building the future I so desired. I could dance while focusing on my education, work, and other leadership opportunities. My time here at Fontbonne has been some of the greatest years of my life, due in part to the Griffin Girls.

“Dance with your heart and your body will follow”. Those are the words of choreographer Mia Michaels, and could not be more true. I may not be the dancer with the best leaps, turns, or flexibility, but I dance with my heart in each and every performance. It is my heart that is rooted in dance, and the thought of being done with the art form causes it to ache a little.
The Griffin Girls Cheering on the Griffins

Who knows where I will go with dance next, but my heart will always hold a passion for it. That I know for sure.

GGs

Having a Ball

This week Fontbonne University officially welcomed Dr. Pressimone as the fourteenth president of the university. Many events took place throughout the week, the final one being the Inaugural Ball. The Inaugural Ball took place at the St. Louis Science Center including the long skyway that goes across I-64E. The event included a mashed potato bar, a photo booth, and plenty of dancing! This was an event to celebrate Dr. Pressimone and his family and conclude the inauguration week. The event was vlassy one open to students, staff, faculty, and friends and family. It was such a blast! The DJs played a wide variety of songs and the dance floor was constantly crowded! The event was very class and overall a great end to a great week!

Here are some pictures from the photo booth and the fun props:

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Best Song Ever

I can say pretty seriously that I don’t know how I’d get through life if I didn’t have music.  I listen to anything and everything – classic rock, pop punk, top 40, country, electronic, indie, rap – I particularly like songs I can dance to, because dancing is another important part of my life.  I have said many times that the Music Appreciation class I took my freshman year at Fontbonne is my favorite class that I have ever taken, and that statement still stands.
The class started at Gregorian chants, and moved up through classical times to the present day.  I’m not gonna lie, most people in the class saw it as a bit of a waste of time, but I was eating it up. I don’t play an instrument anymore, and I can’t say that I’m a great singer, either, but I sure do appreciate music, and that class showed me a lot.
I don’t have a set playlist that I use for homework or other specific tasks – it mostly depends on my mood. But pretty much any chance I get, I’m listening to some jams. It’s just a natural part of life to me. I try to listen to at least one new song every day, and I’ve found a lot of cool stuff that way. I loved the chance to take a class about it – but you don’t need to take a class to appreciate music! Just turn on a song and listen.

Oldie but a Goodie

Well, summer keeps on rolling along. This past weekend was an exciting one for me. For the past fifteen years of my life on a Saturday night in early June, I’ve danced at or attended my studio’s dance recital. This year I got to do both.

For the 20th recital, an alumni dance was put together as a special performance. Since I graduated a couple years ago, I’m considered an alumni. This makes me feel extremely old, but it’s been nice to dance for a few weeks again with Griffin Girls in the off season. We performed last Saturday after a lot of practice (8 straight days and many others for me). Everyone loved the routine and talked about how we looked as if we never left the studio! It was so much fun to dance on stage again!

It was also a special night for me because I got to see one of my dearest friends dance in her last recital. She did such an amazing job. I didn’t get to watch the majority of the routines from the seats because I was helping with changing backstage, but it was still great to watch. I also got to see one of the girls I nanny in the summer dance at recital. We’ve practiced her routines and talked about dance a lot so far this summer. I felt so proud because even at a young age, she knew all her routines and had great stage presence!

After recital, my sister and I went and enjoyed ourselves at the after-party for a little while, but then headed home. It sure was an exhausting week! Especially for an old alumni, but I’ve still got it!

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Not Too Busy for Muffins

While I am not as busy during the summer as I am during the school year, I still find myself not having much free time. Between babysitting, my little brother’s baseball games, and other odd jobs I do, I’m never really that bored. Since I got back from my summer vacation, I feel as though I’m constantly on-the-go. Added to my to-do list these past few weeks is dancing, not for Fontbonne, but for my studio. I am an “alumni” since graduating a couple of years ago, and this year is the studio’s 20th recital. For a kind of celebration, an alumni dance was put together. We’ve all been practicing weekly for quite some time, and are rehearsing every day this week. Let’s just say I’m exhausted and am anxiously waiting for the recital this weekend!

I did find time today to put a new “cupcakes and muffins” recipe book to use. I love to bake, especially cupcakes and cookies. A few weeks ago while shopping for travel books with my roommate, we happened along the clearance section and I found a cookbook with over 100 recipes for cupcakes and muffins. I just had to buy it, and have spent the last week  or so tabbing the recipes I wanted to try out first. I had some kiwi that was about to go bad, and a delicious sounding recipe for whole wheat kiwi muffins. Twenty-five minutes of some “me time” later and the house was smelling of scrumptious muffins.  Only half of the household actually likes kiwi, and the sound of “whole wheat” has them running, but that just means there’s more muffins for me! Maybe next time I’ll bake some double chocolate cupcakes that they’ll devour. We’ll see.

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I Bet You Never Thought Your World Would Come to This.

As cliché as it may sound, if there’s one thing I’ve learned during the course of my time in college so far, it’s that this really is a time of self-discovery. If you had told the straight across bangs-sporting, ballet dancing, high school version of myself that once I went to university, I would quit ballet, start running, drastically change my diet a few times, wear some weird outfits (which make me cringe just thinking about them), and, just days before the second semester of my junior year is to begin, change my major, I would have never believed you. Alas, that is what’s happened. I favor running tights over pink, mesh Capezios now. The products of food science terrify me, so I eat plants instead. And, as of Friday, January 11, 2013, at around noon, I am no longer a dietetics major double-minoring in chemistry and biology. Rather, I am now a biology major, single-minoring in chemistry.

My winter break was pretty weird, thank you. It all began with a trip down memory lane that left me sad, confused, and more emotional than usual (I blame the influx of white sugar in my system for these feelings, however, due to too many holiday treats, but whatever.). After my finals, I drove back home to watch my old ballet school perform “The Nutcracker” as is done every other year. My old friend Lauren, who’s a senior this year, was dancing the lead of Sugar Plum, as I had my junior year in high school. As soon as she got out there, I burst into tears for unknown reasons. After the show, I continued to cry and hug her, like an insane member of her fan club or something. For some reason, anytime I thought about the show during the following weeks, my stomach began to churn. I lost my appetite, and almost lost my stomach contents as well on more occasions than I care to recall. I cried. And I couldn’t understand why.

I quit ballet my freshman year in college. There was this tiny voice in my head asking me, ““Hey Carly, do you really want to spend three days a week in a leotard surrounded by skinny twelve-year-olds who can fouette circles around you when you’re supposed to be a mature college student?” I was at one of the most prestigious ballet schools in St. Louis, and, because I wasn’t as good as the other dancers, was placed in, I kid you not, the twelve-year-old level. (They’re THAT good.) Something wasn’t right though. I wasn’t happy. I wanted to skip class. I wanted so desperately to move on with my life. So, feeling scared, I took the leap and left.

Fast-forward to my junior-year self, happy with my decision to leave ballet. I loved to run! I loved to bike! I loved food! I was a spectroscopy superstar (don’t be jealous)! Oh, what fun it is to discover your true self! But things weren’t all perfect. The little voice inside my head was back, as I worked on my dietetics homework. As I met with a partner for a group project. As I thought about the upcoming semester and the dietetics classes that I would be taking that I was secretly dreading. “Hey Carly, don’t you think you’d be better off doing something else?”

So over Christmas break, I began flirting with the voice yet again. It tempted me: “You quit ballet, and look at all of the good things that resulted. If you quit your major, who knows what good would result?” The voice hadn’t led me astray the first time, I reasoned, so why should I doubt its wisdom in this case? So, that Friday, I made the leap. Friday night a different voice led me to send a panicky email at midnight to my old advisor (titled “SOS” and marked with the urgent red exclamation mark…I was so not going to regret that message…) telling her I had made a mistake and, could I please come back to the dietetics department? But then, after days of crying and worrying, I’ve come up with an awesome list of all the things I’m passionate about and all of the dreams I hope to pursue as a professional someday. And I know that once again, the voice has led me back down the right path.

So. I’ve learned over the past five to seven weeks or so that it’s okay to question your path. I spent weeks feeling depressed about the fact that my time as a ballerina is over. I could go back to dancing, yeah, but I don’t want to, really. I love to run and I love to do yoga and bike. I’ve also learned that, while it may not be apparent at first, once the stress of making a major decision clears, things do begin to fall into place, and you become the person you’re really meant to be. I may have been worried at first about becoming a biology major once and for all, but now I feel really, really good about it. I can’t wait to see what adventures the semester brings! I can’t wait to see who I can become and the things I can do! I trust myself now. As one of my most favorite Thoreau quotes goes:

“Go confidently in the direction of your dreams! Live the life you’ve imagined.”

I have a feeling that the life I’ve imagined is getting closer with each risk I take…

Welcome back and happy New Year, everyone.

-Carly

“All Figured Out” by: Tanlines

Thanksgiving

Thanksgiving is only a few days away, and most of everyone here at Fontbonne has gone home for break. Only the few are left, including myself, but I will be driving back home this evening after dance practice for Griffin Girls. With the beginning of this holiday season, we are reminded of all that we have to be thankful for, and although Griffin Girls is preventing me from leaving for break sooner than later, it is the latest aspect of my life I am thankful for.

Dance was a part of my life for thirteen years, and upon entering college I decided for it not to be. That was a mistake. In the absence of dance I was able to realize all that is does for me. I consider dance to be my creative outlet. Everyone has one. My father’s is music, my sister’s art, but it is dance that allows me to put any frustration, happiness, or other emotion I feel somewhere, rather than holding it inside. Without dance my life seems like a mess, but with it I have a place to send anything I wish, and express how I feel. Today I am extremely thankful for the Griffin Girls dance team, all that they are and all they allow me to do. My family and others close to me will be coming to watch our performances this weekend, and I am grateful they are making the journey.

Griffin Girls at Griffinsanity

On a lighter note, I am thankful for tradition. Tomorrow I will me preparing my grandmother’s traditional holiday dessert: white pie! Many of you may not know what that is, but it is vanilla custard heaven in a pie! I’m sure next week I will be blogging more about its deliciousness and will try to include a picture. Happy Thanksgiving!

Until next week…