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the dance studio girls
i am home for christmas break. my first stop is a real ballet class.
steps is a zoo.
its not like SAB or BAE. or the JKO School at ABT. steps is old school. really old school.
cast iron columns and beat-to-f*ck hardwood floors.
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the dining hall moment
i hate my roommate. she’s too f*cking healthy. hate her. i hate to look at her. i hate her voice. she’s like “omg, did you see those pink uggs? aren’t they soooo hype?” uggggg. but, i need to be polite. so, we go to the dining hall. it’s modern and
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the swimtest
the swimming test freaks me out. i don’t want to put on a bathing suit and show myself in public up here.
most of these girls are built like my roommate. they aren’t “fat,” they’re “athletic.”
i don’t think they want to wear swimsuits, either.