My Hopes and Dreams are at Stake!
A semi-made-up injury may cost me my first dance recital with my new dance school!
We're hopping back to 1991 today, with an entry towards the end of my 6th grade year. I have an injury (one that may or may not have been made up in order to join a club...), and now I may not get to dance in my dance recital! What have I done??
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Aye! The drama is REAL in this entry! I mean, if I don't get to be in my dance recital, I'll never forgive myself, or the physical therapy department?! That line is the closest thing to a confession in this journal that maybe, just maybe, I'm not being entirely honest about my injury. It certainly wouldn't be very fun to not get to dance in my recital just because I wanted to join seem cool by having crutches.
This whole entry is pretty revealing about the type of personality I had as a kid, and how far I was willing to go for a little drama and excitement in my life. Thinking back to your childhood, what was your personality like? Is this something you would have done, or how were you different? Sign in to share your thoughts!
See ya next week,
Alaena George
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