As you may or may not have realized Me Day Eve was a Tuesday. This means that my after-work-time involves ballroom dancing (or my new Afrikaans word of the day: langarm) followed, of course, by trivia.
Since I’m an idiot, I thought dance started an hour before it actually did, so I walked all the way across campus and had to kill an hour. I went to the library and decided to read a couple chapters of Long Walk to Freedom and came to the conclusion that Nelson Mandela is a really good writer and, despite the length of his autobiography, I think I could finish it relatively quickly...at least faster than As I Lay Dying (not that that’s saying much)
When I get to the building my dance lesson is in, the first thing I think is “wow they’re playing the music really loudly”. I go upstairs to the room and there’s a note on the door saying the lesson has been moved downstairs. That’s downstairs in the middle of the cafeteria. At 6 o’clock. In the middle of the cafeteria! Now, normally, I have few qualms about dancing in front of large crowds of people...we all remember the sokkie incident of 2009. The thing with this particular dance class is that, not unlike any dance class, there are more girls than boys. The instructor’s solution to this very common problem is not to have some of the girls do the boy parts, but to make the girls without partners dance behind a girl already dancing with a guy. That is, the girl who was already rejected by all the boys to the point where she is forced to dance alone (i.e. me), is also forced to creepily hover behind some poor couple in the hopes that eventually the guy will notice and pity dance with her. This isn’t so horrible in a classroom setting where everyone realizes that I’m doing what I’ve been told to do and it’s not an act of pathetic desperation. However, the rest of the people in the cafeteria, sitting around attempting to enjoy their dinner while Mambo No. 5 plays on repeat and a mass of people in front of them awkwardly dance with each other, do not know this. That is why I left.
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Aww, you poor thing.
ReplyDeleteBy the way, it snowed here on You Fool Day here.
Also, 'As I Lay Dying' must be really long :). I haven't read it, but it's Faulkner, so it probably isn't the lightest of reads either.
Hey neato! What crazy weather...it never snows this late in the year. These words you speak of Faulkner are very true
ReplyDeleteRegarding your walk across campus, get a bike. Makes life easier.
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ReplyDeleteI have a bike, I just forget to use it until I get half way, then it's too late to go back and get it
ReplyDelete:). Maybe you should go back and get it. You will only have walked as much as a one way trip to wherever you were going, and you can ride back.
ReplyDeleteSee logically that makes sense, but it just feels so wrong
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