One month until I graduate. Or at least I’m supposed to. Sometimes I don’t know if I should be optimistic and truly believe I will, or be realistic and expect something remotely cataclysmic to come along and destroy this opportunity for me to finally get out of school. I’m leaning towards optimism, however.

I must admit that when I first tried the Lindy Hop, I wasn’t very good at it. This was in high school. I didn’t like it at all, actually, and I did it wrong.

An update on my swing dance classes

This week saw a small drop in numbers, but we did gain a few people, and there are a good dozen of us who seem genuinely committed.

I went to my first swing dancing class tonight. I got there just in time, and was very surprised to find that the class was 75% male! The instructors were quite surprised. They said that it was typically female-dominated.