Dance class is great. The first two times I went I felt like an absolute klutz, but this time I felt like I was starting to pick something up. Even after the show is over, I want to continue the lessons. It's definitely a valuble skill to have, as artsy stuff goes. I had planned on making it to Mohawk Vally Chorus today, but I was just too tired. I managed to set my alarm to go off at 5:40 this morning, and I had taken a shower and gotten dressed before I realized it wasn't time to go to school yet. I made it through most of the day in good shape, but I was crashing by 1:30. The little after-school chorus rehersal was a daze... So Ben and I are going to work out Thursday. Ahh, I can remember back when I was a young'un, when I first visited 21st Century Gym with Dan and didn't know a seated row from an oblique...those were the days. I think I can point back to last winter as a pretty significant point in my life. That was when I was really starting to get to know my class outside of the SMI graduates, and moving in circles I had previously been outside, not to mention starting to work out on a consistent basis. It's good for the self-esteem. It's that feeling of starting something new and becoming pretty good at it. It would be so cool if I could become pretty good at dance; that should be a new goal of mine. I wish I had more specific instructions on how to practice it, because I can never really tell if I'm practicing wrong. All of us who are taking the class should have group practices, I'll bet we would make some real progress then. Funny how I'm eager to take up something new, but something I've been doing forever and have some experience at, such as piano, sometimes gets forgotten. It sure is easier to get excited about something new than something old. We should learn to hold onto the old things a little better. My "experiment" was sort of sabotaged by my faulty alarm today, but I intend to try again tomorrow. Something as simple as talking to an old friend that can change a day from ordinary to unusual.