Ballroom :)

Ballroom was meant to be my stress-relieving class. That's why I took it in the first place. That's the role it served in high school, it's only reasonable that it should serve such a role in college, no? For the first half of the semester, this was not the case. I stressed over ballroom just as much as I stressed over psychology, which I voluntarily stressed over often. However, I began to get into the swing of things.

First off, let me just say that I'm an analyzer. I walk into the room and pinpoint everyone there, give them a little background story, and approach them accordingly. So when I walk into a ballroom class, I start watching to see who the best dancers are, and I've just learned that you don't pick the worst dancer because you don't deserve any better. You pick the best dancer and hope to learn from them. However, that seems kinda chauvanistic, so I made sure to pick a medium-high rate dancer. Good choice. I didn't feel uncomfortably bad compared to her, or, well...let's just say that some dancers are better than others. Anyway, we practiced a lot and I began to enjoy ballroom once more. (Insert applause)