My mom teaches at a ballet studio, and last Friday my class had a recital. As hard as we tried to get it perfect in previous classes, one of the other students ventured the wrong way in the middle of our dance. That led to the rest of us following her-which led to the dance being completely messed up. We all somehow worked together and finished in our rightful places, even though most of us were a little flustered.
Even though I was disappointed in myself, I eventually had to realize that it wasn't my fault. The student that messed up was laughing. I didn't get it. How was she laughing?
I guess we all need to laugh at mistakes we make. But it's hard for me. I don't really know why.
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