sunnydalexhigh
Well, in preperation for my cheerleading tryouts (next week, I am totally freaking out), I decided to take a few private dance classes, with Daddy's credit card after school. I was really excited, because I knew that this dancing was so going to get me, not only on the squad, but great in the captain's eyes.
Well, guess what it turns out. This isn't Ballet, Hip Hop, Jazz, or even Tap dance! Yeah, this is Salsa. Plus the instuctor is like 50, and he's always yelling at me. I can't even believe this. And not only that, but Dad is making me stick with this, because he said that all I do is quit, anymore. And I tried to explain that I was totally committed to stuff, like cheerleading, for example. But he's making me Salsa for 4 weeks.
Well, guess what it turns out. This isn't Ballet, Hip Hop, Jazz, or even Tap dance! Yeah, this is Salsa. Plus the instuctor is like 50, and he's always yelling at me. I can't even believe this. And not only that, but Dad is making me stick with this, because he said that all I do is quit, anymore. And I tried to explain that I was totally committed to stuff, like cheerleading, for example. But he's making me Salsa for 4 weeks.