Jazzzzzzzz Dance!

I signed up for a jazz dance class this semester. Why? Probably due to some kind of cranial injury. I hit my head on the pipe in my dorm room last year while I was signing up for classes and all the brain cells that knew I am not a good dancer were killed off, and the next thing I knew, I was running across the dance room with my knees bent. I'm pretty sure this is how wars start--one minute you're like, "Eh, I could take a dance class. Try something new." and the next you've got a machine gun in one hand and the steering wheel to a tank in another.

You guys might not know this about me, but I am not a good dancer (I actually said that in the last paragraph. So you should have known, and if you didn't I am now calling you out for skimming). My legs are kind of like Maria in the Sound of Music--adorable and short-haired. The rest of my body is like the nunnery, staring sadly at my legs going in the wrong direction while wondering how it got stuck with this. My ankles actually knock together when I run, which explains the clicking sound that always seems to follow me everywhere. I also have very poor balance when called upon to use it suddenly. Give me a few minutes to think and I can stand on one foot, but shout it at me in a hot, sweaty dance room when I'm trying to also remember to bend my knees and smile, and I'm lost. Not to mention, I am supervain. You guys might not realize this about me but I am so vain that occasionally I forget a step because--get this--I was admiring how great my hair looks today.

What? It does look great.

The worst part about the class is that I didn't realize I hated to dance until after the drop date. Actually, that's not the worst worst part. The WORST part about the class is that I had to audit it so that I could also be in choir, and I audited it before I realized I hated to dance. True, I could just stop showing up. There's no grade. And yet, auditing a class is supposed to imply that you REALLY WANT TO DO IT. So badly it hurts. I'm pretty sure she wouldn't mind if I just stopped coming, because, let's be frank here, it's been five weeks and I still look like an idiot. But what kind of person is like HURR I WILL JUST AUDIT THIS CLASS and then doesn't show up? Why even bother auditing then?

So I have to learn to dance, there's no getting around it. Maybe I can utilize my amazing skills to finally make some friends--I've heard those are good. In case you're wondering if I'm referring to amazing skills or friends, I am talking about both.

You're handsome/beautiful/fun personality. Readers, I love you more than I love corgis. Have a good day.