Ballroom Dancing :: essays research papers

Have you did something that you didn’t really want to do, and then later get selected for doing it? Well, I have. It was another beautiful Friday at Spottsville Elementary School, and ever Friday at Spottsville was music class. But today we didn’t have music class, today was something totally different. Our music teacher Ms.Belcher was having try-outs for Mrs. Benson's ballroom dance team. To tell you the truth, I was just going to get up there and goof-off, and that I did do. But, on that Friday something went wrong, something terrible, something I didn't expect to happen. "Now class take your seat. Today we will be trying out for ballroom dancing. Only the best dancers will be teaching the 5th graders for Mrs. Benson," said Ms. Belcher. Well, I thought that it was going to be boring (which it was), and I was mad because we all had to try-out (which we all did). Ms. Belcher picked the first group and then walked over to her boom-box and started playing the Macarena. This was simple; everyone knew how to do that dance. About ten min. into dancing, my friends thought it would be funny for someone not to know how to do the Macarena, and just do something totally different. So they dared me to, and like the comedian that I am, I agreed. When she called up for the last group (which I was in) everyone was laughing, including me. I did do something totally different from the Macarena, I did the disco. Even I can’t believe it now, but I was. If I was in the audience and could see myself dancing, it would have probably looked like something off the movie â€Å"Boogie Nights†, starring John Travolta. And I know I would have been laughing too. Finally Ms. Belcher turned off the music and said, "Now class settle down. I will have the results for you sometime next week." At the end of class when we all leaving everyone was telling me how funny it was, but you could tell that Ms. Belcher did find it amusing at all. But I don’t care, as long as I got a few laughs (well it was more than a few). That following week I was sitting in Mr. Adkin's class, my regular teacher. He was showing us how to fractions, when someone knocked on the door. Mr. Adkins walked over and gladly opened it. Mrs. Benson stepped in the room and told us why she had came. Then one bye one she called people out into the hallway.