Today I had to decorate the Christmas tree for the party on Monday. By myself. Well, not really, a security guard from the front gate helped for about half an hour. He was sent to help out with the decorations that needed to be put up high. Of course they sent out a dude that was the same height as me. But I liked him. Especially because his ringtone was Backstreet's Back. How can you not like a guy with such supreme taste in music?
By the way, in response to the comment from Vics, I'm actually not in an area where they particularly celebrate Christmas. My school is doing this to teach the kids. Trust me, no one has any idea about Christmas. So I'm celebrating Christmas "Chinese-Style", which basically means traditional ideas have been turned inside out and upside down, and the whole thing is just really muddled to suit the greatest number of ideas quickest and cheapest.
The tree is fantabulous though. Super gawdy. Plastic and superglue everywhere.
Now not only do they have me playing Maria, but they've got me learning yet another dance. Well, not really. It's the same dance as the one I was (possibly) put on TV for, but now it's BIGGER, BETTER and TOTALLY IMPROVED! In actuality, they added about 70 steps so now everyone is too busy trying to copy the other couples to pay attention to their own partner. It's supposed to look like a ballroom dance.
And of course, because we don't have nearly enough men and because I'm one of the tallest girls (actually, I'm one of the tallest people. I'm definitely one of the top ten tallest people out of all the teachers and we probably have around 60 teachers in total.) I have to play the "gentleman" role.
This is unfortunate as I've just discovered - contrary to my own prior belief - I'm actually not the world's greatest dancer. And now, upon this discovery, I have to lead?
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