dance camp, a week delivered in a hand basket from the devil.

Two words can sum up Tuesday - Friday for you, dance camp. It was possibly the worst week of my life give or take. I've been to dance camp before, so I knew what to expect. The basics: aching muscles, lack of sleep, people getting on your nerves. And I felt all of that, but I also began getting homesick. Something about me is that I hardly ever get homesick. Yes, I always miss everyone. But I'm talking I was homeSICK. I wanted to go home so bad that I wanted to punch somebody. And since people were getting on my nerves, it wouldn't have been that hard. Hold up, I forgot to provide some detail. Normally for dance camp, we go to Starkville and stay in super nice dorms. This year we stayed in Booneville and went to Northeast and stayed in their dorms. Talk about nasty. Mine and Katherine's room was disgusting. Our air conditioner didn't work, so everything in our room felt wet. One night while we were practicing, I landed on my knee and something popped. After it popped, a pain shot straight down my leg. Now, I can't straighten my leg or bend it, and there's a constant pain in my knee in under my knee cap and on the right side. So, let's have a recap, shall we? We shall. Aching muscles, lack of sleep, people were getting on my nerves, in booneville but I couldn't go home, no air conditioning, everything was wet, and a broken knee. Just lovely, right?

But finally, on the last day, I had the most fun I had had all week. We performed our four dances for our parents. We performed our silly dance for our parents. Those of us who wanted to got to try out for All-American. I tried out, and I made it. So what uppp????