mexican dance

We didn’t have a single class today; for some magical reason, all our teachers were willing to give up their time for cheerleading and talent show rehearsals. I’ve joined both and sometimes I wish I had joined just the talent show and not the cheerleading competition. Our batch is doing the Mexican dance for the talent show and compared to cheerleading, it is a lot more fun and easy to do. Most of the day however, was devoted to cheerleading rehearsals. I can’t decide which hurts more; my body or my face. Rajelyn got pissed at all of us today and said that if we didn’t start smiling and dancing our asses off, you’re certainly going to be removed. Bitch!! I had no choice but to do as she said, because I certainly didn’t want to be kicked out, not after all my hard work.

All my friends were laughing hysterically as they watched me practice because my smile looked so fake. I hate smiling! I mean, I like smiling in front of the camera and I like to smile when I hear something funny or when I see someone I like. But I hate smiling when I don’t feel like smiling. I found it so hard to try to look cute after catching my breath from running around under the sun. I knew that I must’ve looked really terrible but to my surprise, Rajelyn and Vanessa told me to “keep it up”. Um, okay. All that dancing gave me some serious physical problems. Right after school, I dragged my friends to the nearest McDonald’s and scarfed down an entire meal–burger, fries, coke, and ice cream–in less than three minutes. I’m not kidding; while we were eating, Love Don’t Cost A Thing by Jennifer Lopez was playing and my food was gone before the song was over. I didn’t even stop to think about all the calories I had worked so hard to lose. All that “smiling” gave me some serious psychological problems as well. I was moody for the rest of the day and didn’t say much to anyone. And during our after-school practice, I actually found myself dancing to Rollin’ along with everyone else, which I found really scary since I don’t like Limp Bizkit and always looked down on the people who thought they were cool just cos they were in love with Fred Durst.

Well I’d better go look for my Mexican skirt now. I’ve got a dress rehearsal tomorrow.