Anyway. I just got home from dance (hip hop to be exact). It was a mix of awkward and horrible. I was the second oldest. I knew... one person. I danced... exceedingly lame.
The oldest girl, who was probably 13 started crying when she was leaving because quote, "everybody was staring at her" end quote. I sort of blended in with all the 3rd and 4th graders because of my height BUT THAT DOESN'T MAKE A DIFFERENCE. It was like being the ugly duckling.
I cried when I got home. I'm either quitting hip-hop and doing jazz. Or... well, maybe see what happens.
The teacher was okay... I guess. She wasn't very social nor did she break down the combo. She wanted a lot of "attitude". Believe me, I tried. But it always ended up to be a straight face because I felt stupid. I'm not like this when I'm acting, but when you are close to being the oldest, and you are the only one wearing a blue tank top... your face becomes blank.
And I thought it was awkward to talk to the teachers at TMS!
Ugh! *stomps off*
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