Today was the final day of my dance class. It was also the day of my dance class final. I now look back on both situations with some tinge of sadness. Sad that it is over. And sad that I performed so poorly. It turns out that I am not much of a modern dancer. I'm not going to lie, there was a part of me that secretly hoped that this class would unearth some hidden talent within me. But alas, such is not to be. Rather, it seemed that the former undergraduate apprehension that prevented me from taking a dance class previously out of fear of it hurting my GPA was justified. I was without a doubt the worst class member. I uncontestably merited the class's lowest grade on the practical final. Even still, it was a positive experience. I learned a few things about myself. For example, I know know that when I am frustrated with myself and concurrently embarrassed, I tend to cast my eyes downward, shake my head back and forth slowly and slightly, smile a crooked smile (the left side going higher than the right) and lift my eyebrows quickly. I did that several times during my final as my feet would stutter, my mind would draw a blank and I would forget my moves or be unable to perform them correctly.

On an unrelated note, I recently discovered podcasts. And I'm quiet a fan. I'm been reawaked to the joy of learning new things by listening to church talks, academic lectures, and interesting facts and stories. It is such a pleasure to be learning new things.

And on another unrelated note, I watched this short film on YouTube a few days ago and absolutely loved it. If you have 16 minutes to spare, it will be worth your time.