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Wednesday, December 02, 2009 . 4:57 PM

I am sooooo tired.
We had 3 days of continuous dance practices since Monday.
Tomorrow will be the last lesson.
I was lucky to be selected for the new dance.
It wasn't because of my abilities. It was because the teacher was giving us CHANCES to perform.
Yesterday was quite ok. I managed to remember the dance steps.
But today was HELL.
I was scolded not once, but twice.
I still feel embarrassed even though I was not the only one who got scolded.
Imagine all the eyes looking at you when the teacher is telling you off.
I mean...
It was partly our fault for not doing the correct actions or missing the beats.
However, I can't help but think that the teacher is being biased.
"Use your brains to think! Pay attention to... You have to work hard. Don't be so blur and shy and..." This was what she said.
Like we aren't working hard at all.
I've been giving my best already.
Thinking about the actions everyday and practicing.
I even dreamt about it in my sleep.
So why can't the teacher see that I'm already trying my best rather than comparing me with others.
I'm sorry to say so much negative things but I really can't control my emotions.
You can call me a crybaby or a coward or anything.
Ok...
That's all for today.
Tomorrow's dance practice starts at 11am.
Gotta relax and prepare(mentally) for tomorrow.