Ballroom :(

I guess I should be used to things just not going as well as they could. They rarely do. Like the time my roommate thought my time line for my student development final project was trash. Or the time I slipped and tore my jeans...and everyone watched. But with ballroom, I thought for sure the worst thing about it would be my dancing. False.

In Lehi, ballroom had existed for a total of one and a half years. If you smiled and puffed up your chest, you were on the team (for guys, anyway). We decided to go to competition, and it was just dancing with a judge; VERY fun oriented. At BYU it is a different story. I went to the auditions and found that some people were in Gold-level, which is an audition required class, technique class who were not on the team. A team. There are 5. Anyway, that was extremely disconcerting. I then discovered that BYU ballroom is all about the competitions. Saddening fact #3: I'm not what you call "good" dancer. On top of it all, my partner decided to let me wait until six o' clock (since eight in the morning, when waltz competition was) to let me know she wouldn't be coming back for tango. But, hey! The chips and dip were superb!