That I'm a dancer. And apparently it reflects in all aspects of my life. Today in volleyball we were working on hitting and I was practicing my 4-step approach when my teacher comes over.
"Whoa, whoa, only 4 steps!"
"How many steps did I take?" (I'm positive I only took 4...)
"I have no idea. But you looked like a ballerina."
"Ah... that would make sense."
So the rest of the hour was spent trying to look less graceful and more, uh, sturdy.
Sorry Dad, I know this disappoints you.
1 comment:
Ha ha. I know how you feel. Whenever I attempt to do anything it looks really dancey. I always end up doing dancey things though into other people, doors or very small animals. lol.
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