So, a couple of days ago we had a substitute teacher. As I was getting my pointe shoes on, some of the girls warned me about the teacher. You see, we stand in b-plus and wait for her to call role. When she calls your name, don't say anything, just curtsy.
When the older girls came out of class, they were way sweatier and red faced which is not normal for them. I just thought, uh, oh, this is not going to be an easy class.
As I entered the room, I winced in horror. The room was humid and disgusting. I did find out later that the AC is not working, but still I don't think that would have made it better.
That class was so tiring and I don't think that I have been as hot and sweaty as it was in that class.
One of the other teachers came into class to watch class and she made a face because of the heat.
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Non-FictionJust a little bit about ballet. This story follows my life and my meager ballet career. It's a bit random and some info about ballet from my perspective. If you would like for me to write a part about something in particular, just comment and I w...
