I woke up to the beginning beats of Shake It Off, an iconic song from Taylor Swift. Had I known that would be the last time I wake up in that house I probably would of chose a better song. Bright and early I was up at 4am getting ready to leave for dance camp. Sitting up, I looked around my room and barely recognized it. No longer was the art that I had hung up on the walls, the bed I had slept in for years was already gone. A few boxes were still haphazardly laid out over the shag carpet had not been taken to the new house yet. Resenting the fact that I was up at 4am I got out of my makeshift bed. Which just was a few pillows and a sleeping bag. Looking back at my phone I realized I had wasted a good five minutes just staring at my ceiling. …show more content…
Looking at my phone it was 5am and I figured I should begin getting ready as I had to do at least half of the freshman girls hair. Breakfast was at 7 and dance class began at 8. This cycle repeated every day for a week. We danced for nearly 14 hours every single day for a week. I have yet to experience a pain as strong as the pain my feet were in. They throbbed while sitting and dancing seemed like leaping onto a shattered glass. Every joint screamed for me to stop, every muscle cramping in protest to my movement. My brain had to of forgotten what sleep was as I never stopped working. I found myself nearly falling asleep in the middle of a kickline. Exhaustion was the black plague. Nobody wanted it, in fact it was avoided at all costs, yet the entire team was sickened by it. Each girl has horror stories of crying at absurd events. Take Meya, she bawled after not being able to shower third. Allyssa sat and cried on her cot for not finding the correct hair tie...turns out it was on her wrist. When we look back to camp those moments are all fun and jokes but in the moment the world seemed to be in a ball of flames. Kate was right. Camp is one of the worst times. But you can't ever forget the laughs, the memories, the warm feeling that spread through your entire body until you seemed to actually glow. That same feeling enlightened me when I first saw my team the morning we were leaving for camp. While singing Party In The USA word for word in the kidnapper vans we made fun of. Speaking of singing, shower accapella. Where the entire team gathered in the bathroom and we sang countless songs while showering. The team poop that I didn't take place in but I heard (and smelt) the
The walls were white with stray pieces of wallpaper. My roommate hadn’t come yet so I took the bed I wanted and placed my suitcase on the rack. I started arranging my bed, placing musty brown fitted sheets, off-white pillows, and faded blue blankets creating a mismatched design. I didn’t feel like doing much after that so I went around the campus the dorm and met some sophomores in the cafeteria.
As I stepped up the worn out stairs, I had a big urge to lay in my bed all night. I had to get up for work the next morning. Later that night i went to sleep immediately. 5 am hit the clock and i had to get up. I put my clothes up and went downstairs for breakfast.
Leaving it on that not so joyful note, I grabbed some cleaning supplies and carried them up to my room. The place looked like it hadn't seen a decent cleaning in two years. I opened the window to let in some fresh air. I was taking in the woodsy scene behind the house when I could've sworn I saw something. It looked like a person.
The first time I saw my room I almost cried. I hated it. I wasn't given a choice whether I liked it or not. My parents didn't seem to see how I felt and there was nothing I felt I could do about it. The floor was covered with leaves and other debris. The left wall was not yet finished. The studs and yellow insulation were still exposed. The front wall was half rotten with water damage and the rest of the adjoining walls were littered with holes. The windows were coated with a layer of dust, cobwebs, and bugs, some dead, some alive. The door was yet to be hung on its hinges and two large holes are in the ceiling that have yet to be fixed.
It was a maddening rush, that crisp fall morning, but we were finally ready to go. I was supposed to be at State College at 10:00 for the tour, and it was already eight. My parents hurriedly loaded their luggage into the van as I rushed around the house gathering last minute necessities. I dashed downstairs to my room and gathered my coat and my duffel bag, and glanced at my dresser making sure I was leaving nothing behind and all the rush seemed to disappear. I stood there as if in a trance just remembering all the stories behind the objects and clutter accumulated on it. I began to think back to all the good times I have had with my family and friends each moment represented by a different and somewhat odd object.