odyssey

Unlike most of my friends or people in my classes, I was pumped for 2 days of fine arts, and spent serious time making the schedule. All I wanted to do was eat a cake, twist balloons, and get down with the suave-man. For the most part I got what I wanted. breakdancing, was the most interesting. I thought I would be so great at this, because of past dancing experiences. I was a dancer for 9 years up until about 2 years ago.

The class was quite an experience, but I soon learned that my dancing skills these days consist of ass- shaking and arm flailing, because I certantly couldn't do much else. According to the teacher my crumpin hands were more like jazz hands and my two step was bouncy. The balloon twisting was great, but didn't last as long as I had hoped. About twelve minutes after leaving the class my balloon twisted dog was untwisted, and by the last period of the day, they were all popped. The cake-decorating was alright. I wanted to learn techniques, and the art of how to prepare a beautiful baked good. I know I wasn't about to become a legendary Julia Child in fifty minutes, but I expected so much more than the stale angel food cake, and overly sugared frosting.

How does this relate to sociology? I guess this just goes to show how different poeples cultures are, and how I should never be allowed to breakdance, because I have no coordination or rythm. No, nevermind, I dont know what I'm talking about. I'm just frustrated that I cant dance. Boo-hoo I'm a self absorbed seventeen year old girl who needs to get over herself, and now I'm going to bed.