What a weekend

So this weekend marked the beginning of the "this is the last time I'll ever do *blank* at Hope" phase of being a senior. Thankfully I mostly just listened to others go through this, I'm not really big on regretting every moment of something that has to end. But it was still a momentous occasion, my last big concert here.
The show went really well. I somehow bruised a really wierd part of my foot, making everything from simply standing to walking to landing from jumps particularly painful. So I spent most of the week limping around, trying to assure everyone I would be fine once I got onstage, and no I didn't need any ice. I was really stressed all week, being in two pieces provided for a very hectic pre-show. I almost punched some people after I got asked the same question about a hair issue I had already dealt with approximately 12 times. But all the stresses worked out to make a very good show. Everyone seemed to like the pieces I was in (that doesn't always happen), and a suprising number of people came to see me (I expected very few people in the audience for me).
Then today, I went to Chicago for an audition for Giordano Jazz Dance Chicago, a big-name jazz company. It was my first real audition, for a real company, that I actually wanted to get a job from. But 85 girls competing for one possible spot for an understudy isn't great odds. I'm not really sad I didn't get it (or, more like it, I refuse to be dissapointed or discouraged by not getting it). I don't think the company is really my speed. A little too big-name, a little too set. The tall girl leaves, a tall girl comes in, a short girl leaves, etc. That's great, but I wasn't trained to succeed in that kind of situation. So on to the next one, with just a little more experience under my belt.
Moral of this weekend: I refuse to let this show be the last.