Today was a very difficult day. I awoke late, but arrived at school at the correct time to a test I was unprepared to take. Thankfully, it was open note, and I aced it. The rest of my day proceeded like that. I finished my math homework in between scenes of Romeo and Juliet, my English between completing six worksheets(you hear me correctly) in Algebra 2, history essays between mouthfuls of spaghetti, pineapple upside-down cake, and grapes, and a three page story between questions on a pointless history acuity test. After school, I had to take yet another Acuity for English. Then pit, and home for a snack and off to dance. Dance is a complete relieve. There was a old student there today; he was a beautiful dancer. In soft shoes, my flaws become corrected instantly in mental estimation. There is so much dance to perfect. After the class concluded, I wished desperately for just a couple more hours. Dance is my release and home, safety and love. It can all be okay if I have that dance. Lately I feel as though there is never enough time to be there. I need more class. I don't know where I can fit it. Already, my life is dance- each moment in the hall, time in the floor doing homework, during class. I need help. Suggestions, readers?
~Kressy.
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