This One Time at Dance Camp.

So...

Here i am in California... and my dad signed me up for this dance camp.

I can't blame all of this on him... he asked me if I wanted to go and I told him to sign me up...

Today was my first day there.

Within the time span of 10-2:30, I experienced:

1. a lot little kids staring at me and whispering things... i am, unfortunately, "that girl who takes class with the little kids".

2. had a girl ask me why I wasn't wearing a green leotard (we're in the "green group"... and therefore we all color-coordinate our clothing? note that everyone else except for the one boy in my group and one other girl had on a green leotard. guess what i'll be wearing tomorrow...)

3. had this same little girl inform me that my ballet shoes were the old kind, ask me how old i was, ask me if i drove, ask me what kind of car i had, ask me if i lived at home, and what my first and second favorite colors were. awesome. (this is when you know your life is pathetic.)

This is technically day two of this eighteen day camp.

Oh man.

-Lauren