Boot-camp in tights

Since I was three, I spent just about 9 years, on and off, of my precious life in ballet. While most girls went to fancy schmancy dance schools, I went to the Trailer Trash Ballet School, other wise known as the city funded program (this explains why I have the grace of a cement truck). Anyhoo, one of these 9 years I decided I was going to a fancy schmancy dance school. As it turns out we could only afford one year of it, plus I ended up working harder than the other eight years at the city program put together. So you might say "Back to the city program, right cheap Elise?" Noooosiiiiree, they replace the usual airhead teachers with a teacher that seemed she was right out of the army. She would scream "POINT YOUR TOES" in the faces of 5-year-olds, and seemed to have this odd competition going with me. But it was all ok cause when she would look at me seriously I would secretly laugh at her uni-brow. If I wanted to go far in ballet I would have to hand my life over to these people. . .ew! Well anyhoo I just don't get why ballet can't be fun anymore, or maybe I just couldn't think of anything else to write about. . . perhaps. . .

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