sexy back

After nine hours of being on campus without a break - starting at 8am!! - followed by a quick dinner, I headed off to our first Funky Ballet session at Clubs and Socs. I say "we" because Boomi and I made a joint decision last semester that we'd take one of those seemingly stressfree, fun, just-for-the-hell-of-it random classes they offer for students, whether it's Beginner's Spanish, Judo, Tango, or in our case, Funky Ballet.

I liked the "Funky" part of it. Naturally I have no dancing ability whatsoever, but I thought under the circumstances it might be fun to have a go. I've never been a 'social sports' kind of person, and have for most of my life avoided situations or classes where I could very clearly predict me making an ass of myself. So why the change of heart? The answer is two-fold: first off, near the end of last semester med school was driving me crazy and I was in desperate need of anything... not med; and second, I knew, with the exception of my friend Boomi, I wouldn't recognize anyone there so... why not?? Anonymity is a powerful thing.

And surprisingly enough, it wasn't as painful as I thought it could have been. I wouldn't go straight to fun, but it was really... refreshing to do something so utterly random and new and different. Although I now know what it feels like to be at the absolute bottom of a class -- well, maybe not absolute bottom because the two guys taking the class weren't so hot, but they're guys so what does that say?? But you know what? Even that was pretty damn refreshing.

I didn't feel very funky though. Kind of disappointing, but there are four more sessions so maybe the funk comes later on in the class.

The funniest part of the whole night, however, was the fact that I forgot my actual shorts. I had planned on wearing shorts over my old tatty bike pants, but instead of shoving my navy blue shorts into the bag I packed my navy blue t-shirt instead. So here I am in the bathroom getting changed only to discover I bought two shirts and no shorts. Following? I had a half-second freakout, but then thought to myself, hey I'm twenty now -- who cares? Who cares if I feel absolutely ridiculous wearing only a pair of old tatty bike pants -- I'll just act like it was on purpose. Just own it, aye! And to be honest, it felt pret-ty cool. And that kind of led to a similar mindset throughout the entire class, embracing my un-coordinate moves and all. But I had fun, and that's the whole point, I guess.

Dancing along to Justin Timberlake, I may not have been much of a sight according to society's standards, but in Anna's world, I was TOTALLY bringing sexy back! (Though I would argue it was never gone to begin with!)