I almost became the ice cream man!
By almost I mean that I called about the ad in the paper seeking a "self-motivated individual to drive ice cream truck." There was no answer so I left a message, only to find out later from Mandy that word on the street is that the ice cream truck job pays by commission, meaning the amount of money I would make would depend on the amount of ice cream that I sold. Too bad, because I really wanted to drive the ice cream truck.
On a happier note, check this out:
Intro to Dance: waived
4 hours of dance company: 4 A's (plus an extra A-, bitch)
8 hours of dance technique: 4 A's (plus an extra A-, bitch)
proficiency level III in one dance style: done
Choreography/Improvisation: A
Dance Repertory for the Musical Stage: A- (bitch)
Dance History: C+ (some fucker stole my research paper, remember?)
All of this adds up to me being done with my dance minor and free to drop my dance scholarship and never be involved in any production of BPR again. But I haven't made any decisions yet. I have a few months to think about it.
Aaron is coming sometime this week and this weekend we are going to the Strawberry Festival.