Today was one of the many Mondays where I'm dragged to a small room in the basement of the Church to be practically boiled to death. You know what I'm talking about right? Dance class, where 50 sweaty teenagers learn how to move there bodies in sync to each other. To me that sounds like the most beautiful sight, but we haven't yet reached the point to where the bodies actually move together. But I think the sweat and the heavy breathing just add to a totally immense atmosphere.
Just like as America Prom, the German Abschluss Ball is totally formal and set. Thus, I had to scope out a dancing partner for myself. Lucky Micheal Meier got chosen, and today we danced together for the first time. Let me just say that it is a lot different to dance with a boy than it is to dance with a girl. But I was quite pleasantly suprised at how well we seemed to dance together (at least that was my opinion).
All in all (I remember my third grade teacher telling me never to say that), I love dance class. And also found out that I am not that bad of a dancer :) Maybe (and that means surely) I will be contining to dance, even after I am no longer physically able.