By Tori Romba, Education Intern
With this being my first ever blogpost,
I so desperately want to write something that is well-crafted, witty and imbued
with some kind of old-soul wisdom.
Reflecting on my experiences from the past few weeks at the Auditorium
Theatre of Roosevelt University as the Education Department and Hands Together Heart, to Art (HTHTA) summer camp intern I feel like the above
should be easy to accomplish. However, I
am a bit daunted; I’ve never been very witty; instead of “crafting” my words I
am scribbling the first draft while riding the train; and, to top it off the
only words I can think to start with are from the classic (okay, cliché)
one-liner: “Life is a journey—not a destination.” Well, if it didn’t resonate with most people
or wasn’t rooted somewhere in truth, I guess that sentiment wouldn’t be so
familiar. It’s the best I can do so here
goes…
… “Journey.” I’d like to think that my journey albeit
relatively short at this point has allowed me to see and experience so
much. If I had to pick a starting point
it would have to be when I discovered my voice for the first time in a dance
studio. That discovery came from the
electricity I felt every time I stepped up to the barre, the inspiration I found
in the artistry of great teachers, mentors and fellow students, and ultimately
the articulate language my body could speak when no words came from my
mouth. That’s what dance gave me—a soul,
a voice, passion, and curiosity. I
suddenly felt so much closer to the answers of questions like “Who am I?” and
“What am I capable of saying in a way that is uniquely my own?” when I was
freely exploring and celebrating the space around me.
Dance became a sweet addiction that
sustained me while challenging to swallow everything else in my life
whole. Although dance took me to some
incredible performances, a summer intensive or two, and to Berlin, Germany for
the 2009 Tanzolymp Dance Festival, I still made the hard decision to turn down
a ballet conservatory and study in St. Louis for my first year of
college—“UNDECLARED” replaced by bunhead identity. The following year, dance again pinched me
awake, and brought me to New York as an Ailey BFA student at Fordham
University. The hot-to-cold transition
was invigorating but ultimately unsatisfying.
Once again, I began to feel swallowed whole. I could say so much through dance but knew I
could say more only if I allowed myself to learn more through seeing other
places and hearing others’ thoughts.
Dance brought me back to Chicago—a city
where dance is a sometimes a struggling but always changing world. Now, I am able to continue dancing while
earning my bachelor’s degree at Northwestern University. Studying Human Development allows me to bring
other past experiences out of the shadows that a life of only dancing once cast. I can rediscover the challenges and joys of
working with children as a dance teacher; reflect on what I learned about the
human spirit while working with the elderly at an assisted living center; and
even do the same with what I learned about the human condition while working
the drive-thru at McDonald’s years ago.
Now the moving experience of working with children and early teens as
they explore the arts and continue to grieve the loss of their deceased parents
is the next step in my journey. My time in
the ATRU Education department has been a great introduction to arts education,
the world of not-for-profit organizations, and of course the legacy of the
Auditorium Theatre. Meeting incredible
young people with so much strength, and working on a staff of passionate
artists and compassionate educators has been invaluable.
This summer at ATRU and HTHTA, I’ve definitely learned so much. I know that I will have so much to say both
in words and movement when the summer comes to a close. That’s why I am so grateful that I’ve been
given this chance to combine my love for the arts with my desire to connect
with others. And, woven throughout my
experiences are so many phenomenal people and beautiful places that one can
only find in Chicago. It’s become so
apparent to me that my journey will never lead me to center stage, and that’s
okay. After all, to echo the borrowed
wisdom I began this post with, it’s more about the journey itself than anything
else.