Clog fog blog
Here is a quick accounting of every half credit PE or Dance class I have taken since starting college:
Fitness For Living: take measurements of your body fat, don't really go to class, I can't remember what else
A-
Beginning Folk Dance: learn some Hungarian/Russian/Irish dances, have lots of fun
A-
Beginning Bowling: bowl every day, learn how to score bowling, bowl bowl bowl, flirt with Bowling John who rejects your subtle attempts to get him to ask you out and then when you see him next year on the first day of your political science class and you smile warmly and sit next to him he motions behind his back for his friend to rescue him and his friend says, "John, that's a nice ring you have on your finger!" and you say, "Oh, you got married?" embarassedly and never sit by him again, and mostly just bowl all the time
A
Ethnic Dance (Polynesian): do the hula, shake your hips, do the Tongan rope/ball things
B+
Beginning Racquetball: sign up for this class with your boyfriend who wanted to marry you, then break up with him just before the semester starts and do not make eye contact or talk to each other in this class, ever, even though there are only like 20 people in the class, learn the rules, play the game, never get very good because your arm strength is kind of lame
A
Jogging: jog for an hour a week, unless you want to walk or hike or swim or bike or pretty much anything else aerobic because the teacher didn't care, don't go to class all that much, throw out your back and don't do anything for a week, don't get very good at jogging
A
Fitness For Living: take measurements of your body fat, don't really go to class, I can't remember what else
A-
Beginning Folk Dance: learn some Hungarian/Russian/Irish dances, have lots of fun
A-
Beginning Bowling: bowl every day, learn how to score bowling, bowl bowl bowl, flirt with Bowling John who rejects your subtle attempts to get him to ask you out and then when you see him next year on the first day of your political science class and you smile warmly and sit next to him he motions behind his back for his friend to rescue him and his friend says, "John, that's a nice ring you have on your finger!" and you say, "Oh, you got married?" embarassedly and never sit by him again, and mostly just bowl all the time
A
Ethnic Dance (Polynesian): do the hula, shake your hips, do the Tongan rope/ball things
B+
Beginning Racquetball: sign up for this class with your boyfriend who wanted to marry you, then break up with him just before the semester starts and do not make eye contact or talk to each other in this class, ever, even though there are only like 20 people in the class, learn the rules, play the game, never get very good because your arm strength is kind of lame
A
Jogging: jog for an hour a week, unless you want to walk or hike or swim or bike or pretty much anything else aerobic because the teacher didn't care, don't go to class all that much, throw out your back and don't do anything for a week, don't get very good at jogging
A
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When my friend JaNae and I signed up for clogging this semester, her niece said, "You did what? I got a D- in that class." She went to every class, she practiced, she sought special help from her teacher. Dee minus. What, how is that possible?
The first three classes were easy peasy. We spent whole classes learning the most basic of steps. Then I went to Disneyland and missed a class. Tonight was my first class since being back and, um, you can call me Joey Tribiani.
All of a sudden we're learning a whole dance routine with steps from out of nowhere, that I certainly have never been taught. It's all double double rock kick hold cowboy double back double up triple kick chug.
I was very much in a daze the last 20 minutes of class. A clog fog. Help. (Sarah?)
Comments
Abby, did you take this class? I didn't know that.
Sarah, good idea.
Amy, your (completely wrong) body fat percentage from that class never fails to make me laugh, at the ridiculousness of it.
Alyssa, an overachiever I am not, if you'll notice the less-than-A's.
Steve
but i loved this post emily. it made me laugh a lot. you should have brandi come over and give you lessons. she was semi-pro back in the day, you know...she even danced at a jazz game:)to We Are Family.