Ballroom Dancing :: essays research papers

Have you did something that you didnt really want to do, and then later get along selected fordoing it? Well, I have.     It was another beautiful Friday at Spottsville Elementary School, and ever Fridayat Spottsville was music class. But today we didnt have music class, today wassomething all in all different. Our music teacher Ms.Belcher was having try-outs for Mrs.Bensons ballroom dance team.     To tell you the truth, I was just going to get up there and goof-off, and that I diddo. But, on that Friday something went wrong, something terrible, something I didnt require to happen.     "Now class take your seat. Today we will be trying out for ballroom dancing. Only the best dancers will be teaching the fifth graders for Mrs. Benson," saidMs. Belcher.     Well, I thought that it was going to be boring (which it was), and I was madbecause we all had to try-out (which we all did). Ms. Belcher pic ked the first group andthen walked over to her boom-box and started play the Macarena.     This was simple everyone knew how to do that dance. About ten min. intodancing, my friends thought it would be funny for someone not to know how to do theMacarena, and just do something totally different. So they dared me to, and like thecomedian that I am, I agreed.      When she called up for the last group (which I was in) everyone was laughing,including me. I did do something totally different from the Macarena, I did the disco. Even I cant believe it now, but I was.      If I was in the audience and could see myself dancing, it would have probablylooked like something off the movie trip the light fantastic toe Nights, starring John Travolta. And I knowI would have been laughing too.     Finally Ms. Belcher turned off the music and said, "Now class settle down. I willhave the results for you sometime next workweek."     At the end of class when we all leaving everyone was telling me how funny it was,but you could tell that Ms. Belcher did find it queer at all. But I dont care, as long as Igot a few laughs (well it was more than a few).     That following week I was sitting in Mr. Adkins class, my regular teacher. Hewas showing us how to fractions, when someone knocked on the door. Mr. Adkinswalked over and gladly opened it.     Mrs. Benson stepped in the room and told us why she had came. Then one byeone she called people out into the hallway.