On a hot, sunny, boring day of school , I was sitting in class fiddling with my fingers, trying to  remember the dance. Today was the big day! As my classes came to an end, I walked to the door as if my legs were being carried down by 100-pound ankle weights. When I walked out the building it felt as  though my heart jumped out my chest, running saying, “Nananabobobo!” I was speechless staring at  the dance coach, Ms.Jumanji, waiting for everyone to come into the building. I stopped in my tracks, not intentionally, and gazed at her waving her arm in the air, calling everyone in. So after I finally came back to earth, I ran in the building after everyone else, rushing to go change my clothes.

 I wasn’t as nervous as the other girls because I danced before ,but this time it was exceptionally hard. As I practiced the dance, I half-assed throughout the whole thing because I didn’t want to mess up. So after a couple of minutes ran by, Ms.Jumanji came walking down the ramp like she was walking down the runway, trying to impress the flawless Tyra Banks. As she gave us our numbers, it felt like the number 5 burned in my pocket when she put it in there. I just stood there looking like a lost puppy as she waved and told us good luck, with a sudden wink.

The girl with the number 4 came out like  she just seen Satan himself ,She made me want to take off by the speed of light. But, I didn’t let any of that stop me so I pulled up my Big-Girl Panties and walked up the ramp like I was the baddest dancer walking this lovely earth. I walked in the room looked at the judges, took off my jacket, and stood in front them like i was waiting in the long line for my food stamps. As I stood there all that kept creeping in my mind was . “You know you can’t do this Tootie.” I started to grow really nervous, but when the music came on I felt like I was dancing in Anaconda, next to Nicki Minaj herself.

I honestly never thought that I could build up the confidence to dance my heart out infront others. EVER! I even felt like the judges didn’t think I danced to the best of my ability. Now I know I won’t be dancing next to Nicki Minaj or even RuPaul, don’t know who that is? Exactly, that's the point a NOBODY!

When I was finished, I looked at the judges and they looked like they had just seen a hobo dance their heart out. I walked out like “Yeah Tootie, you did the darn thing!” After that, I felt so accomplished, like i just won, “Dancing with the Stars”. My dance teacher came after me and told me some words I would never forget, she said, “You danced your ass off, like seriously baby!” All I could do was smile and say “I know thanks!!” But the only thing was, did the judges thinks so? Did they actually think I still had potential I had last year?

As we waited for the judges to call us back in, I stood under the rugged breezeway and thought to myself what did I do wrong, what could I have done better, and did I put my all into it? Interrupting my thoughts, Ms.Jumanji called from the room saying, “Lets go ladies, lets run through this again.” This time I actually felt as if a big ball of air was coming up my throat and choking the crap out of me! When I started to get closer to her, she gave me smile and told me “You got this la mama!” In my head, I was like HEEEEEELLLLLLL NOOOOOOOO!!!! But when we got in there I had to keep impressing the judges, so I danced even better than I did the first time. As we danced as a group, it seemed as though time stopped and I was able to watch a video of everybody dancing because it felt like I was one of the judges. From the looks of some things, a hobo would even dance better than them!