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I Don’t Understand

I wouldn’t consider myself a dancer, but I love dancing. I also enjoy watching dance shows. This semester I’m taking a class called Dance and Culture. Strange enough I thought it was a theory class ( I don’t know why) so you can imagine how elated I was to find out we did theory on Tuesdays and Dances from different cultures on Thursdays. We are required to view three dance performances outside of class so yesterday, September 20,2014 I dragged myself to the Fringe Festival to see my first of three dance shows. I went with a friend and lucky for us she had a friend who could drop us at the venue (yay connections) but we had to take a taxi home.

We arrived at The Geva Theatre Center at 8.30pm  and entered the actual theatre a 8.50. The show started promptly at 9pm, this was the first of a series of culture shock moments I experienced that night. You see in Jamaica when a show is set to begin at 9pm that’s the time people usually start getting dressed, we are NEVER on time.

My second culture shock started when the show began and continued to the very end. I sat slack jawed as the various items of the program went on. I clapped robotically as each performance ended, because that’s what your supposed to do, or because that’s what everyone else was doing I’m not sure. I’m still trying to understand  what exactly happened.

They were dancing, the lines and body movement were beautiful and I’m sure each dance had a story but I just didn’t understand it. What threw me off was for the most part, there was no music, one performance was accompanied by radio static. I tried my best to be open minded and enjoy the show but I hit my limit at the third to last performance. Excitement swelled in me as I saw two violinists step on stage. “Finally some music!” I thought. WRONG! The two violinist stepped on stage and played what I now call the singing mosquito. That’s exactly how it sounded, like two ginormous mosquitoes singing for the longest 10 minutes of my life. I don’t think I saw a second of the dancing I was too angry with the Mosquitoes, they let me down. I was ready to leave. I was even more surprised when they ended to thunderous applause.

I guess the dancers rallied back by dancing to Hallelujah, but I was so done with this show after attack of the mosquitoes, I just wanted to go back to school. When the show ended I listened to my friend gush about how good it was and mustered all my strength, twisted my mouth into a smile and lied. I told her it was a good show >.> .

We took a taxi back to school and it came up to $25 ( A little over $2500 Jamaican) . I don’t care which country I’m in that’s bloody expensive so next time I’m walking! #KultureShocked

This show left a bitter taste in my mouth so I’m a little afraid to attend the other 2 dance shows. I don’t understand

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Piercings are Addicting!!!!

Right Ear: Outer Helix and Lobe Piercing

Right Ear: Outer Helix and Lobe Piercing

Closer look at Outer Helix

Closer look at Outer Helix

Left Ear: Helix Piercing

Left Ear: Helix Piercing

I was three when I got my lobe piercings. In my final week of High School I celebrated by getting a helix piercing on my left ear. My parents were totally against me piercing anywhere else after I got my helix but, for the past two weeks I had been up in the air as to whether or not I should get another piercing. I have never done anything rebellious in my life so I decided that now would be a pretty good time to start.

I was still hesitant but in a conversation with my mom this week she said ” well your a adult now and you don’t need our permission for anything now.” I took this as a sign from the gods and hastily changed the topic before she could retract the statement ( I should go take a screenshot of that for evidence for future reference).

Anywho, today my friend went to get a tattoo and I tagged along. The first shop we went to was closed (The owner was getting married… Congrats to the new couple). This worked out for the best as I had forgotten my ID at school. I have come to realize you need to take your identification with you everywhere in this country #kultureshocked.

Determined, we stopped at DQ to grab blizzards to boost our moral and headed to school to retrieve my passport. While en route to my college we called around for more tattoo/piercing parlors. We were lucky to have found LoveHate Tattoo who agreed to fit us in for a 3.30 appointment. I retrieved my passport and we were on our way!(Well we got lost a few times but we got there eventually).

My friend headed upstairs to get her tattoo and I stayed downstairs to speak with the piercers. Initially I wanted an Industrial piercing on my left side, right above my helix but they advised me against it because of how my ears are shaped. I started to feel discouraged but I knew if I backed out now I’d probably talk myself out of this piercing. In the midst of my despair, another sign from the gods came. My piercer’s name was Marley. Anyone who’s anyone knows the history I have with that name- My drum’s name is Marley and lets face it, in another life Bob Marley and I will be together.

Then walked me through a few other options that were more fitting for my ears. I decided on an Outer Helix piercing, chose my jewelry and sat waiting patiently for Marley to set up. He finally called me in, walked me through the procedure, picked a spot that was aesthetically pleasing and refused to show me the needle.

Skipping the gory details, it was a quick and relatively painless procedure (never trust my pain ratings I have an interestingly high tolerance 😉 ). I am in love with my new piercing and I have no regrets. I’m pretty sure this won’t be my last because let’s face it… piercings are addicting!!!!

Now I need to find a way to tell my parents…

Songs I listened to while writing (It’s a Bob Marley kind of Day x_x ):

One Drop
Time Will Tell
Waiting In Vain
Jammin
Exodus
Satisfy My Soul