Standards of Dancing
Truth: I have all the rhythm of a busted metronome trying to swing, tick-tock-splot, in a bucket of jello.
Truth: I have all the rhythm of a busted metronome trying to swing, tick-tock-splot, in a bucket of jello.
We’re digital immigrants with self-induced ADD, trying to get through days that are filled with sensory overload.
I can’t believe I’m in a public school theater, with adults in supervisory capacities, while listening to this.
I’m thankful for my luck to have been born in an interesting time of change and of plenty, in this Western World. These are not good days for all, but they are still good days for us – and likely for all who can read these words today – and I am thankful.
The highlight of the evening was being groped by a teenage girl with a Ron Paul for President button.