The reason I don't like to dance.
I am being rebellious today. I’m skipping class and I refuse to feel bad about it. Fuck you religion. I’m gonna nap, I’m falling over my feet here. I woke up and seriously almost went back to bed but I did get up and go to modern which didn’t go well because all my muscles were really tense and cramped and my position had to keep getting adjusted which means Robyn had to keep touching me, I know it’s her job and it’s how you fix things but I still don’t like it. Then Jeremy made me cry in tap, that was fun. We were doing pull backs which I can’t do to save my life and my feet weren’t awake anyway and I got this fabulous dirty look and “Beth it’s not that hard just…next person.” Another dirty look. It’s not my fault I just can’t do them! I was trying and I’ve been practicing but I just can’t get them. There were tears involved. I also failed in my attempt to hide them so then there was all the annoying attention, hated that, there are certain people who are allowed to comfort me and none of the tap kids are it. Came back and cried/slept for an hour. Went to stage craft and got yelled at by the bucket nazi as we call him, like legit yelled at, not reprimanded, there was loud voice and red face involved, I managed not to cry. Almost fell asleep in that class because it was all review of what a theatre space is made up of. Seriously, we went over up stage and down stage and stage right and left, AH! Now I’m skipping religion because I’m not going to deal with that right now. I think I’ll go to bed early tonight and maybe tomorrow will be better. And I have to go to the dance concert this weekend which I am not looking forward to. Ugg. Dislike button. Well, nap time.