I'm back from the beach. And I'm glad to be. I missed home.

I got my fall placement letter for dance and I'm a little pissed off. My classes are REALLY late at night. I like having my evenings to myself, thank you very much. I've got ballet on Monday from 6:15-7:30, Pointe on Thursday from 7:30-8:45. I think that's way too late to be dancing. I'm always beat by like 6 o'clock and my teacher thinks I'll be able to dance until that late at night. She's delusional. And I'm also a little pissed because she wrote on my placement letter the classes that I'm to assist...but the note she wrote makes no sense whatsoever. For one, she spelled assisting wrong, which is really annoying to my grammar police self. And then she also put down Pre-Dance maybe? Like I could do pre-dance. Pre-dance, for those of you blessed enough to not know what it is, is little kids all under the age of five jumping around like bunnies and playing those songs games that you do in kindergarten. I'm not good with really little kids. Apparently my teacher/boss seems to think I would be. She obviously doesn't know me very well...