Assessments, results and lucozade
Oh my goodness, so on Monday I did the assessment which I felt totally ready for; I was confident with the material and felt mentally ready. On my way to the exam I bought a bottle of Lucozade just to give me a bit of a buzz to make my performance a little more energetic. Only I had to go last so by the time it was my turn the extra energy meant that I was a trembling wreck. As I began, I was wobbling all over the place: overturning my pirouettes; landing my jumps badly and not being able to balance. I was all over the place! Not to mention my dodgy heart was racing like crazy.
Luckily we got three attempts only the second went just as badly, and as I walked off the floor my nerves had had enough and I started sobbing on all the girls who, of course, had done perfectly. My lecturer told me I didn't need to do a final performance but should just take it easy, only when I was called up I thought, what did I have to loose?
So I took a deep breath and began going through the steps, silent tears still running down my face and I just gave it my all while staying calm and keeping my mind as flat as I could. All I remember from that is my lecturer looked chuffed and gave me a big thumbs up. All the same, I wasn't expecting much.
Today we have private tutorials with Paul Jackson, the leader of the dance and choreography programme and I watched three of the girls who were before me coming out with disappointed faces saying they didn't really get any positive feedback at all, more constructive criticism. So I braced myself, and this was my feedback.
Despite the nerves and wobbly landing, I really engage with my body, stretching and working to my full limit. I have a real relationship with the floor knowing to press into it and make use of the space around me, and I use my plie to sink and then rise into my good jumps, which, however, have potential to be better. My phrasing and dynamics are really strong and my body really projects life, only my absent face needs to catch up with it. I need to elongate myself and ensure my ribcage does not slip out of line, but for such a small dancer it is surprising how big I am on stage.
He asked me what I wanted to be, and I shyly said "well everyone wants to be a performer, but I know to be more realistic, so probably a dance therapist to be useful with what I'm okay at", (as Paul had once informed our class the majority of us were not going to be dancers and I did not kid myself to believe otherwise). However, he said he thought I could be a real dancer, I just need to learn to pick material up quicker as it does require a real focused mind and the ability to not take it so seriously but enjoy learning dances so it becomes easier.
I won't find out my actual grade till January, but I'm over the moon :)