Tonight, I go to a hip-hop dance class with a few friends at a dance studio near my apartment. The class is absolutely ridiculous. Everyone is wearing baggy pants, huge white t-shirts, and then there's me with my leggings and tank top...as soon as we walk in, the instructor shouts, "Oh hello! Where do you live in the United States?" New York City, or London have become my standard response to strangers who ask me where I'm from now. I saw New York, appropriately some of the members in the class are wearing New York apparel, including one of those "I Heart NYC" shirts. The instructor is this crazy looking guy who makes fun of me the entire class, mostly for my awkwardly loud girly laugh. He turns on some music, and everyone seems to know what they're doing except us. The instructor shouts random things out, sometimes in french sometimes in english, I don't know what he says but he just starts moving wildly, waving his arms in every different direction, zig-zagging back and forth, sliding left and right, up and down, God knows how we're going to be able to do all of this. And I can't do it, it's just too much coordination for me. So I spend the entire class jumping up and down whenever I feel like it, trying to appear like I might know what I'm doing when in fact I really really don't. I know I'm never going to get it, so I might as well have fun with it. I run into some of the other people with my sporadic motions, they don't look too happy. I don't really care...the dance is too confusing, the "un, deux, trois, quartre, cinq" routine is getting to me, the instructor won't stop yelling, everyone is so good at this somehow...my friends rave over the class, they love it, they're going to sign up for the 10 class package deal or whatever. That's great and all but I, on the other hand, will just stick with running.
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