For those of you who have read this blog or have known me for any length of time you know how much I love to dance. I may complain about it from time to time but I have never flat out hated it until now. I just don't really want to dance ever again after this class that I'm taking. How sad is that? That this one damn professor has killed a love that has been kindled over the last decade. For some bizarre reason she has decided that I am apparently an insolent little bitch not worth her time. I admit, I am ridiculously inquisitive but golly gee it's a credit class so one would think that I WANT TO LEARN. What a novel concept?! However, whenever I ask questions this woman treats me like shit. "Oh, I'm a little confused can you demonstrate that again I've never done that step that way and I don't know how you switched feet." [death glare] "Well, you're just confused, that's the wrong way." She never answers my questions, she looks right at me when I raise my hand then turns away and starts the music anyway. So I barely can ask her questions when I'm confused and whenever I do anything it's wrong. She's straight up told me I'm wrong before and then not offered a solution or correction just walked away. This has merely pissed me off but today I found out that I might not possibly pass this class because despite the fact that it is a wellness activity credit it's going to have an effing WRITTEN exam!! WHAT THE HELL!!!! So now I'm scrambling around for an exam that is NEXT WEEK that we only found out about THIS WEEK that could possibly drop my grade, drop my GPA and eventually DROP MY SCHOLARSHIP TO THIS COLLEGE. ALL because of this damn ballet class. So yes. Yes I do HATE BALLET. And that kills me.