I Put On My Dancin Shoes

Today was another one of those days. I've been having a lot of them recently. I'm just getting over a cold, but, last night I had a major migraine and just had an awful night that included roommates shouting. In my room. With the light blaring through my blanket into my eyes. And when I left the room, they followed me out. So, this morning I DID NOT want to get out of bed. I was trying so hard to think of a good reason, any reason, not to get dressed and make the trek up to campus. I failed.

I went to class and everything was fine. I remembered all of my assignments and it was just a pretty good day. I walked home, however, in the rain, only to discover that I had forgotten to take my keys with me again and my roommates were not home. I was standing in front of my apartment door, soggy and doing the pee dance, waiting for Hilary to get done with her last class.

After I thawed and dried myself out on my couch, (named Cornelius by the way) I realized that I had a dance competition in a few hours. It was just a small one for my ballroom class, but it involved all of the ballroom classes at BYU. I really had no desire to go since my partner, bless his heart, was not a fast learner when it came to dance. But, hey, I'm a dancer and it's in my nature to attend dance competitions whether I want to or not. So I got ready and made my way back up to campus. I was cutting it extremely close, since it started in 10 minutes and my partner was no where to be found. I called. No answer. I called again. No answer. I called about 3 more times and still no answer. The competition was beginning, people had been assigned in heats and were starting their routines. I was supposed to be out on the floor. Needless to say, I was not happy with this guy.

Finally, he calls me back and was confused as to why I was even at the competition. I thought you were sick? I explained to him that I was, indeed, sick the night before, but this competition was required for our class. Oh, well I don't even have my clothes with me. Freak. I hobbled up in my new ballroom shoes to my teacher and explained to him the situation. He then proceeded to cart me around the ballroom, trying to find me a partner. He actually found one that was pretty decent. So we danced and then we went home. I'm trying really hard to be a better person and not be ticked off at this guy, but, I'm a dancer and I am, indeed, ticked.