I had just come from "0" period, and after talking to Kiera and that group, I thought it was lunch, so I wondered why the bell had already rung. I realized I was late for French. I knew I was going to get in huge trouble if I walked into class late, and I was quite distressed.
"Skip with me." says Giselle. She's sitting at the end of the hall. I go to her. Alright, I say, I'm doing well in that class, I can afford to miss one day. I'm doing horribly, she says sounding very depressed, I'm probably going to flunk out of French. But I can't stand to go back. I can't. I offer to help her, and so we spread out our French books and study together. She's making a lot of progress when I realize I'm desperately late for something very important. What I'm late for is some kind of workshop where we're supposed to pick two artsy things and work on them and perform them. Being I'm an overacheiver I choose three. But right when the performance time comes, I drop one of them. I don't remember what the second one was, but my first recital was ballet. I found Erica and we forced this really slow guy to find our dresses. When he gave them to us, I realized I hadn't shaved. Oh well, I decided.
Right before we went on, our teacher told us "Forget the dance we learned before. I want to do the "b" dance. I had no idea what this was, but I decided to improvise...
