I'm not sure what is going on inside my head. I don't think I am burnt out from teaching group exercise. I think I still teach a pretty decent class BUT I am about three steps away from bitch-slapping anyone who comes to class and puts no effort into it. I am not talking about people who are quiet and methodical. I am talking about people who show up with a sour-puss face, basically mark the class (for non-dancers, that means go through the motions), and put no effort into "marking the class". What the fuck is that about?

I always wonder why people even show up for class sometimes. I can understand showing up, finding out that it is not what you expected, and leaving with 15 minutes. I don't understand staying the entire class when you obviously don't want to be there. This evening, during class, I turned around, faced them, and said, "Are you guys asleep or are you really that bored?" Let's just say that I did not wait for an answer. One of my groupies (yes, I do have some) showed up. She turned around and said, "Come on, ladies. Work it. Or he will go home." God love her. After class, she told me that she would not see me tomorrow because she was going to church to pray for the both of us.

I think I want to be a Romanian "little girl" gymast. I think I am in love with that entire team. Actually, I just want to be Svetlana Khorkina from the Russian team. She's tall for a gymnast, she's a bitchy diva, she's skinny as a rail, she's as intense as brain surgery, and her name is pronounced "whore-kina". What else could one want? Later.
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