Two nights ago I went salsa dancing with a fellow from my floor. It was a pivotal moment of my life when I found out that dancing isn't just releasing wild energy, but appreciating harmonious movement between two people. Even though I was intending on being one person's partner, we both ended up dancing with everyone in this free night salsa dancing class. I danced with a professional salsa man from Jamaica and he sure knew how to treat a woman right on the dance floor. I felt like I actually knew what I was doing because he was having super chill fun and he was leading. We didn't even talk, but I fully respected him after we danced for ten minutes straight.
I didn't take pictures so I could fully experience salsa dancing. I didn't want to seem like a tourist in my own life. This will happen sometimes in this blog. Deal with it.
However, I do have some crazy pictures from the last couple of days. This calls for...
SYRIOUSLY?!
- Today in Statistics, we studied strawberry rhubarb pie charts.
- The 4th floor dinner get together was basically me and all my guy neighbors. They lovingly put unnecessary amounts of ketchup on my dessert.
- I saw two pieces of bacon on the floor of Ernie Davis this morning. Lonely...
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Until next time, stay serious.
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