! Dance-Day !

..The day every 9th grader hates.

Today was the day for 9th graders to show their dancing skills to rest of the school. In other words - to embarras themselves. I laughed when I watched them dance. I seriously laughed. Some didn't want to dance, some thought it was embarrasing and some just didn't know how to. Hilarious! All the dances they went, I knew. Polones, Kikapoo, Texas rose, rock and walz. Sooo easy. I love dancing and it makes me Laugh Out Loud, when someone screws up dancing. It's just so funny! I watched this one boy dance. He had no idea, how to dance walz and he didn't bother to look at his pair. Like the Totem Pole I danced with. (older blogtext, in finnish, i'll maybe someday translate it) I would have loved to go to him and yell: "WAKE UP, DUMBASS, YOU'RE DANCING!" There were - as weird as it is - some pairs, who really liked dancing and did it with feeling. That was nice to watch. One pair smiled all the time. Very rare nowadays.
 During the show, me and my comrade Genius (a minecraft nerd, chess player and a math genius - and yes, a boy) commented the dancers, their dresses (well mostly I commented, Genius didn't care) and their dancing. We laughed at the fatboy, who didn't know how to dance. He was just stepping here and there. Pathetic. The girl he was dancing with wasn't any better. I was laughing my ass off..

Notice! -Why do I laugh at those, who can't dance? Because I can! I love dancing especially with those who can. (Magician can! - my other boyfriend -giggle- who does magic, plays minecraft and does his homework in less than 2minutes) I started dancing when I was 4. My dad is in many, many, many dancethingies, so eventually I got to be a part too. And that's how it started.