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That’s right, ladies and gentlemen. College.

I’ve been doing a lot of thinking lately about whether or not I want to go. Obviously my parents want me to. The hard part is trying to factor in whether or not that really matters to me. You see, I want to be a dancer, there’s no mistake about that. The question is, how do I get there? I don’t want to be a ballerina. Contemporary and commercial dance are where my heart’s at. I don’t necessarily need to go to college to be able to do those, I just think my parents believe that all successful roads in life start with university.

The problem, part two: I don’t want to waste the first four years of my adulthood, when I could be joining a company/agency or getting better training and seeing the world (London, specifically), trapped taking jazz and working towards a useless bachelor’s degree. I wanna do exciting things and meet exciting people. I want to dance.

Some of my friends’ life goals look like this: graduate high school, go to college and get a meaningless degree, and maybe work a little bit before marrying a dude and raising his family. I’d rather not. I have ambitions. Every day college starts to seem less like an achievement to aspire towards and more like a roadblock on the path to what I really want to do. I’m in the eleventh grade and the reason for everything I do nowadays has been reduced to “It’ll look good on your transcript.”

I overheard a conversation between a friend and his mother when they were the car yesterday. He told her that he didn’t want to go to uni because voice acting was the career he was after, which made college somewhat unnecessary. His mother said to him, “Will you feel the same way when you can’t feed your own family?” and that swiftly ended the conversation. Tense silence in the car.

Our parents just want the best for us. But I’m not ready to dedicate more anxiety, time, and money thinking about something that will determine the course of my adulthood. It’s too big for sixteen. I just want to dance honestly.

— Bethany.

Maddie’s Life #2

Mom and I have been refurnishing the sun room. We’ve taken out the ceiling and are currently putting up a new one. We plan on also taking up the carpet.

When we took out the ceiling we found black mold and sunlight… So that had to be taken care of. There is nothing quite like taking down a piece of dry wall and being rained on by black mold and dead bugs.Image

The night before I took the SAT I watched Batman and went to the hospital. I was having heart problems. I just so happen to take after the two people with the worst heart problems. Dad gave me his eyes, his freckles, and his irregular heartbeat; My Great Grandmother gave me her body type, jewelry, and heart thingy I can’t spell.

The SATs went well… it was pretty easy, I only had to skip five questions.

I’m studying CLEPs now.

I’m thinking about getting a new job. I think that I may end up working at Cracker Barrel. The place itself isn’t very cool but the job is; they treat their employees really well.

Oh! And I was Santa for Halloween. I made a lot of two-year-olds very confused.

~Madelaine (Maddie, Liabearry, Mac, The Honorary Black Girl)

back on my grind.

BWEBOafIQAAZBB7It’s Bethany again. This week my ankle has suffered a ballet-related sprain; and while it did put me out of three weeks worth of technique classes, I’ll have you know that the rest of my schedule has not slowed down in the slightest. It’s a truth universally acknowledged that a girl in possession of at least one good ankle must be in want of something to do, and I’m no exception. I’ve been constantly on the go since my birth 16th birthday, and with my ankle quickly healing, school, and modeling season starting back up I’ll definitely have my plate full this fall.

Last time I was here, I was writing about dance schools I’d like to train at, so I thought I’d give you an update on how that’s going: I seem to have found the one. The Joffrey Ballet School up in New York City. It’s funny, because it wasn’t even on the list of places I’d mentioned before, but as soon as I found it I fell in love. The summer intensive takes place at the beginning of June until the end of July 2014, meaning that I’d be away for seven weeks. The tuition (including housing and meals) is steep, so this past Sunday I sent in an essay to apply for a scholarship. Since then I’ve been very nervously awaiting my results (which won’t come until Thanksgiving-time) and texting Krysta non-stop about it.

Me: “I really, really hope I get this scholarship.”

Krysta: “THERE’S PIE IN MY HOUSE, BYE.”

Even prior to my blog post about dance schools, I wrote about job-hunting, and I’m a little sad to say that I’ve had no luck so far. I have, however, applied for team member positions at Wendy’s and Subway, and if I get either of those, I’ll be working for about 20 hours a week. Gotta start saving up to help pay for dance and get to England. As weird as it sounds, I’m really excited to be getting a job. I love having things to do.

Wish me luck!

–Bethany.

Maddie’s First Job (And Other Traumatic Things)

Hello, homo sapiens, and my fellow not-so-homo sapiens! How are y’all doin’? Well, it’s my turn to report. I was forced by my fellow cohorts in crime to get to thinking about what to write next. So I thought, “What have I got going on in my life? Nothing, self, nothing!” But that’s not true. I gots me a job!

I work for my Uncle John. Of course we’re not actually related; he was deemed my uncle by the ancient customs of the “Bro Code.” I work for him painting game pieces. The game pieces I paint are 10 millimeter-scaled war figurines, and they have to be historically accurate and extremely detailed. These game pieces are used to play “war games,” and although I would like to explain what, exactly “war games” are, all I really know is that there are rules, dice, a board (which is usually several tables large), and figurines. And I think that I do an okay job on them; it does take me forever to paint them though. This sucks because I get paid by the figurine; so some days I make $40 and others I make about $8.

The reason I had to get this job is because, for a seventeen-year-old girl, I have really bad legs. “Oh no! What’s wrong with your legs Maddie?” you ask. Well, it all started when I was thirteen, and I started having pain in my knees. The pain slowly got worse and worse, for about a year until I became a high school freshman. My mom ended up taking me to the doctor, and a couple misdiagnoses later it was decided that I had terrible maul alignment in my legs. That means that my femur twists one way and my shin bone twists the opposite direction (if ever there was a time for One Direction, that would be it); and it was scaring my cartilage away. Long-story-short, I had my first surgery at fifteen and a couple ones after that due to a relapse.

Two whole years later I’m still in physical therapy and my two friends have this plan to go live abroad in England. It sounded cool, and I didn’t have a single clue as to what to do with my future, so I hopped on board. Of course, this meant that I needed a job, and I was still pretty messed up from all the physical trauma, so my dad talked to my Uncle John, and that’s how I got my job.

So now that I have my job I’m of course saving all the money that I can. My plan is to save as much as I possibly can. And I’m trying to get my mom to come with me to the bank so that I can open a savings account, because I have a feeling that squirreling away hundreds of dollars in your books on your book shelf is a bad idea.

Till I write to you next, my dears,

–Maddie

“Started From the Bottom Now We’re…”

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… Here?

Hello, everyone. This is the first official post of the “London Bound” blog. And this is the part where we explain what, exactly this blog is about and what we’re doing.

  • First off, London Bound is run by three American girls, two of whom are still finishing high school. You can get to know us on our “About Us” page.
  • Second, this blog is about one thing, and one thing only: our dream to live and study overseas in London, England. We started London Bound to document our progress; how we plan to work hard, study hard, and save money to achieve our set goal. Most, if not all, of our blog posts will have to do with our different methods and ideas.
  • Unfortunately, we can’t really tell you how often we plan to post here. It depends on whether or not we have anything to share, but I can assure you that our content won’t be too scarce, since there are three of us to keep this thing up and running.
  • You can always contact us with any questions or requests, using any or all of the information on our contact page. We don’t bite!

That’s really all we have to say for now. Each future blog post will be written by one of us individually so you learn about us separately and really get to understand what we’re doing here. See you soon.

Krysta, Bethany, & Maddie.