Just shoot me!

Hard class. The husband looked again even before his fat woman was "dancing". He went away or was hiding well after this. I still no white shirt. I changed but left with a T shirt. And when I got back - I was putting my vest on. I have no money now for a new shirt again. My mother said that she may give me for a while a shirt that she have, but still didn't give me one to practice with. Between the medium level class and the farruca class - Neta asked me why don't I wear a white shirt. It will make me different and I shouldn't. And no more vests. I don't need it anymore. Yeah, the same vest that I bought for this farruca and made me a role model for one evening. One of the kids said it's too cold in the studio. I said it will be hot in a moment. I was right. The better air conditioner has been shut down. It took some time to get the girls ready to class. I was amazed from the color that my friend was spreading on her finger nails. I don't remember that she has like this before, but it is definitely my style. Later on a short warming with little parts from the farruca. And finish the part we started last week that I do with two more (include the "ballerina"). Do it again and again. And others practice their parts and lots of shouting. It took some time to get silence. And it wasn't the only time to try getting some silence. I guess the end of year freaks out all of us. I can tell it started only recently. The "ballerina" keeps on hiding me. Few times it looked like that she try NOT to, but mostly looked like she don't give a damn. Near the end we started (finally) to work on a short salida to finish our farruca. Few ideas didn't fit any of us. One idea was accepted but the kids said it's weird. Probably when they'll grow up.... After making all - the "ballerina" said that she feels like she goes too much to the side. I said that sometimes I don't see myself in the mirror. She said "exactly!". What's this answer? If she was a bit more a side as she's afraid - I could see myself in the mirror with no problem! In the end of class I wasn't hurry. I was too afraid of the husband to show up, and I had a feeling about some pieces of paper. Neta asked us to fill up some pieces of papers with questions about how was this year and what do we want to next year. It doesn't come every year, but I heard Neta say last week something about it and saw that the medium level class made it this evening. Before we all finished - the fathers of the kidos came in the studio. The father of the messy one came with the little brother and sister of the kido. I went out to change in the ladies room. I didn't get into a cell - I thought it's enough to close the door. When I was with my pants down (and found out that my new flamenco pants needs already a fixing) - the father of the messy kido got in in a storm. I made a try to hide what's needed and got back to the wall. Unlike the husband - he got nervous too and apologized, but damn - I was there because of him, he shouldn't come after me! he went out, and a kid opened a scratch too. What's that? After a class like this - just shoot me! At least end of year is getting really close. I hope to stay alive till it will come