I'm a Ballerina

So I had my first ballet class today. If you could call it a class. I ended up in the basement/banquet room of a building that has no ballet bar (WTF?) and barely any mirrors. There were also only 2 other people taking the class, whom had already taken it. I was left trying to understand the Frenchie words that the balletlingo is all about. Because I'm awesome I kept along. Because I'm not all that awesome, I wasn't graceful at all. However, the pies de resistance (take that France) was that there happened to be a photographer there from the school newspaper to chronicle my experience. She also happened to be ALL up in my grill quite often during my virgin voyage of grace. So.... I may or may not be in the Kansas State Collegian next week sometime. I'll surely keep the masses updated.