Once upon a time there was an oldish girl.
She got the ridiculous and insane notion that taking an adult hip hop class would be loads of fun.
Somehow in her excitement she forgot that:
a. she's oldish
b.she has ZERO rhythm. ZERO.
c. the class is at 8:45pm, a time when she usually is in her pajamas and ready for bed
d. she's super stinkin' busy
And so the oldish girl ended up missing the 1st class due to illness and the 3rd AND 4th classes because she was out of town.
She did attend the 2nd class where she was hands down the WORST hip hopper EVER.
Seriously.
She stood behind a super sweet friend (who is GOOD at hip hop) so that she wouldn't see herself in the mirror. She knew she was BAD but didn't need to see proof of her lack of dance ability.
The teacher was sweet, her friends were fun, and the music was great- but man she SUCKED.
Big time.
And so the oldish girl decided to face reality.
The reality that she liked the thought of taking hip hop class much more than she actually liked taking hip hop.
She wasn't good at it and she didn't have time or the energy for it.
And so the girl took the easy way out and she emailed (thank goodness for email) the dance studio and became a Hip Hop Drop Out.
And she lived happily ever after.
The end.
