...Sometimes I wonder why I take my dance classes. I guess it's to actually do something. But, sometimes I think it's just so I can actually belong to something. I've been taking ballet classes ever since I was 4. And I will not be modest about my talent for it. I AM good. My current teacher can be a jerk sometimes. She puts me in the back practically all the time. Just because I'm short, I guess. But that's dumb. She puts the short people in the back because when she was in dancing school she was tall and was always put in the back. Which is sensible because tall people can be seen in the back behind the shorter people. It's just not fair. But I'm not complaining. I could really give two craps anymore. I remember my first dance recital. I had this little red and white polka dot tutu costume and we all forgot our dance. So we just made something up. I remember my 3rd or 4th recital, I was picked leader, because I listened to the music instead of counting. I remember that one the most because I loved the costume. It was like a sky blue and had lace frilly stuff. I was so much in love with it. I loved my dance teacher when I lived in the city. I would have stayed there, but we moved. She thought I had real potential. When we moved I ended up going to some stupid dance school that I don't really like. I mean it's ok, but I wish I was in my old one. Later, after we moved, I found out that my old dance teacher, the one that was like a second mother to me, had died of cancer. She had just opened up a new school that she was going to teach at, and I was going to switch schools, but right before then, she just died. Why is it that the best of people and the best of role models have to die? Well, I know we all have to go sometime, but I just whish she could have had a bit longer. She was great...I miss her.
