Dance Class
There's this class we have to take freshman year as voice majors: Stage Movement. Now with a name like that, one would expect that you would do things that involved the normal movements one would make on stage. How wrong you are. Any logical Baltimore-ian could tell you that when one says "stage movement" one really means "gay dance class taught be a fucking pot-smoking teacher." Yesterday we spent the whole hour doing highly stage-related things like rolling from side to side and pretending we were "bursting through the rungs of a ladder." And our class ends at 4:20...
Quote of the day, our teacher: "Put your hands and feet in the air and pretend they're seaweed--that's it; you're floating in the ocean."
Quote of the day, our teacher: "Put your hands and feet in the air and pretend they're seaweed--that's it; you're floating in the ocean."