So, it's World Finals. I'm not performing tonight, and I'm okay with that. The end of the Open Class season transitioning to the World Championship weekend is always weird and stressful, and as much as I wanted to win Open, having the chance to just be a spectator is rare and I am grateful for it. In addition, if we were to have won, I wouldn't have felt right about it. I had a terrible show Finals night. I've come to terms with it and know that it doesn't negate all of the work I put in this entire season, but it was dissapointing. That being said, there are several things I am proud of personally: -Looking back at my goals from mid-June, I accomplished all of them. Every one. -I got better. I can feel it. I fixed my 45 technique, I learned how to do Peggy spins, my left hand tosses don't suck so bad. My body got stronger. I learned what a world class, Lucas Oil lunge looks like. I pushed myself, and I got better. -I earned a Golden Foot award and a marching heart, both from our visual staff. It's nice to be recognized from my own caption, but having my efforts recognized by the Vis guys was such an honor. -I may be auditioning for other corps next season, but nowhere will ever feel as much like home as Santa Clara. Next goals: SCVWG and A-corps.