July 29, 2003 - 3:21 p.m.
I got a shot today. The ones that make your arm ache afterwards. Tetnis, I think is how you spell it.
Owchies.
I'm actually looking forward to this week. Or more next week. I'm going to a baseball game on the fifth with Monica, Jill, Mary, Ben, and the other kids who came to Warped Tour with us. I hate baseball. I think I'm just going to run around and drag Jill and Mary with me.
And I've decided to quit competition. Why, you ask? After all, I was doing so well and improving so much. Well I'll tell you.
They didn't give me difficult lines. All my friends were moved up except for me. And after all last year's hard work and improvement, I honestly though I'd get something alright. Apparently what Tracy had told me all year was bullshit.
She told me that I had gotten better, that she had seen my self-confidence increase so much in class. She was proud of the progress I was making.
Bullshit, I suppose. Every word of it.
Which sort of makes me mad. I know I've gotten better, I know I'm a better dancer than some of my friends who were placed in higher dances. And I'm even a much better performer than Erin, who has the most brilliant technique I've ever seen. I've got better technique and performance skills than Sarah, who was also placed in a higher level. And I'm not being arrogant.
Frankly, the whole thing pisses me off, so I'm dropping it.
I've got enough to handle this year anyway. I'll just concentrate on my studies and join a lot of clubs at school.
And maybe this is for the better; dance has always limited what I could do with my friends. So maybe this means more parties and concerts.
