night one of my dance classes.  reflections?

my teacher is amusing.  a regular north country gal complete with a blonde ponytail and a bit of a twang.

mirrors are from the devil.  perfect for every young girl in the room who is in love with themselves and awful for the few self-conscious ones stuck in the corner.

newbies actually abide by the dress code and wear pink tights, black leotards, and slippers.  everyone else comes in gym shorts, taped feet, and very large heads.

the looks all these little girls were giving me were enough to tell me that i was the doofus in class.  note to self: wear makeup next week.  maybe i won’t look like such a doe-eyed 12 year old anymore.