Take Your Child to Work Day

Since my parents let me get out of school for take your child to work day, and everyone else's parents, except Stephanie's, are too azn to do that, I'm being forced to write a post.
I'm actually kind of bored, but later I'm going to do ballet. I bombed my ballet assessment. Stephanie, if we don't make it to the ninja level, I'm gonna cry. D=.
I was watching a couple of ballet videos, and there are people that can do ten pirouettes on pointe. I can do ONE. I once did a triple in regular ballet slippers, but that's nothing compared to this one girl my age on youtube who did 8. I'm really praying I made it to Student Ballet 5. But I've seen them dance, and they're impossibly good. I'll never make it.

Stephanie was supposed to come over today, but even though our parents aren't as strict as the rest of the crew's parents, they're not THAT laid back. I'll call her later.
After this, I'm going to put on my pointe shoes and practice my pirouettes. I don't know why, but this one toe hurts a lot now. Maybe it's because Mrs. Whitney's working us to death. She's an awesome ballet teacher and one of my favorite adults. Still, I was sore the entire spring break, because the last day [the day Stephanie couldn't dance, due to tripping on a lacrosse stick] she decided she wasn't being hard enough on us. And now my big toe hurts...