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Wednesday, July 14, 2004

I'm freshly returned from dance class. Apparently I was the only one in my age group socially outcast enough to sign up for summer classes. This means I just spent an hour with rythmically-challenged prepubescents. I will be frank with you: I think the teacher's name is Zucchini. She happens to be the worst choreographer I have ever encountered, and that includes the time I ended up in a funk/jazz class where the class was required to 'sexy walk'. She gives the whole dance-including outlandish flailings that launch from the wrong foot or involve awkward arm accompaniments-- then stands very close to whoever is furthest back (me), so one is in danger of kicking her with the more absurd of her movements.

Of course, I have secured for myself the status of 'scary androgyn' through constant silence and oversized shirts, so I'm rarely bothered, and I do love the looks of terror on their faces.

I walked very calmly through the rain to the car and spent the ride home singing 'Bohemian Rhapsody' at the top of my lungs (complete with Wayne's World headbanging, thank you v. much), so the evening was salvaged ater all.
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