I used to dance when I was little. Like, when I was between the ages of six and eight. This dancing was ballet, usually around the time of the nutcracker. I was very bad at dancing. In my class, even though they were all my same age, I was at least a head taller than everyone else, I was awkward, and generally did not have the makings of a dancer. So I stopped and played soccer instead, where my innate clumsiness led to the parents making bets on how many times I would fall over myself per game. They used to congratulate me if the number was less than three.
Years past and I finally graduated high school and came to college. And I wanted to dance. I wanted it so bad. So, after spending hours trying to add a dance class, I finally got into social dance. I was abysmal at it. I would go to every practice session every week and that would make me about a "B" student in those classes. I've never gotten above a "B+" in any of the four dance classes I've taken.
It really bothers me that I just don't seem to get it when it comes to dancing. I can practice and barely get the steps, or do minimal practice and do only SLIGHTLY worse. But I never do good. One of my mini-goals for my college career was that I wanted to learn how to dance, and make it look good when I dance. It seems like one of those skills that would make you more comfortable with your own body and it would be nice if I wasn't clumsy for the rest of my life.
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