In after school, you guessed it, I have dance classes. Mrs. Miranda made me go early, and since I was the only one in my class to go at the 2:00 dance classes, I was alone.
For the first two minutes, I just watched everyone in the after-school class playing on the playground, until Samuel and the rest of Ms. Bee's class came in.
Samuel waved at me.
After everyone who was enrolled arrived, the teacher, Ms. Miller, arrived.
"Alright!" Ms. Miller clapped. She looked around at the students who were still chattering, gossiping, or doing cartwheels. No one seemed to notice her. She scratched the board with her fingernails, which made a screeching noise and made everyone cringe.
"Now that I got all your attention, please take a seat," Mrs. Miller began. She introduced herself and then called on us one by one to introduce ourselves. I usually hate this part for obvious reasons. Yes, I hate having to stand and talk about myself. But what I hate most is when other people have to stand and talk about themselves—and some of them do LOVE talking about themselves. I mean, thank God Carol isn't here, but ugh, now I have to listen to everyone brag.
A few minutes later, after everyone was done, Ms. Miller announced, "Today, we'll be learning ballet this year, since, last year was hip-hop."
"Yay!" squealed Alice, Carol 2.0.
"We will be learning ballet in partners!" Ms. Miller said, as if the whole school requested it.
She paired us up in alphabetical order. Samuel was paired up with Jason. I wish "Martinez" came a little bit later in the alphabet.
"..And, you two are partners!" Ms. Miller said, pairing me and some girl with red hair.
"WHAT!?" I exclaimed, pointing to the girl in red hair. "Do I have to be partners with this rando!?"
"Well, honey, i'm sure she has a name, didn't you hear her introduce herself?" Ms. Miller asked. And no, I didn't pay attention to any of the introductions.
"My name's Randee!" the girl said.
"See?" I blurted. "I was close!"
Mrs. Miller gave me a half smile. "Okay now sweetie, let's not sweat the small stuff. We don't have aaaaall day. Alright, everybody, circle time!" I don't know what's more annoying, her sing-song voice or the way she sashayed to the center of the room before I could even respond.
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After one million minutes of stretching and learning about first and second positions over and over again, my legs began to feel like jelly. I remember again for the 367th time today that I hate ballet!
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