I can’t twerk. Well, I can but it’s neither sexy nor graceful. I somewhat resemble an old car. You know, the kind you need to rev up about four times before it starts. Yep, that’s me. I may not get it right away but after a while something... bounces I guess. I have been dancing for about 17 Years so you think moving and keeping to the beat wouldn’t be difficult for me. Fun Fact: I can move my feet like lightning but I cannot wine very well. That’s basically an accurate representation representation of me dancing. I’m moving, just in a cutesy way. I surely am not D. Class went to a bit like this. I don’t know where I was going so I let my mom drive me, because it was only an hour long.( Really it was so that way if I felt uncomfortable I could just hop in the car and tell her to drive. Most girls do this with their friends. But seeing as I go away to school and I don’t have many that live near me, I decided that 2018 was going to be about making safe, yet exciting decisions and being independent. So, my 21-year-old self who manages to look 16 at times walked in confident yet nervous. And let me tell you I was the smallest one there next to the instructor. I’m talking smaller in height, size, and booty. But, for someone who’s only danced professionally and not for the sense of exercise but national competitions, I think I did pretty well. I mean you can tell by my arms that I’m used to things like ballet, and you can tell by my face that I looked at the instructor often seeing as it was my first class. In the end though I had fun, exercised, sweat, and eventually caught on to the routine. All in all it went great and it stinks that when I go back to college, I won’t be able to continue with this activity. But I know that I soon as I go back home, I have a place where I’m welcome and I love it.
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