Benson’s ballroom dance team. To tell you the truth, I was just going to get up there and goof-off, and that I diddo. But, on that Friday something went wrong, something terrible, something I didn’texpect to happen. “Now class take your seat. Today we will be trying out for ballroom dancing.
Only the best dancers will be teaching the 5th graders for Mrs. Benson,” saidMs. Belcher. Well, I thought that it was going to be boring (which it was), and I was madbecause we all had to try-out (which we all did).
Ms. Belcher picked the first group andthen walked over to her boom-box and started playing the Macarena. This was simple; everyone knew how to do that dance. About ten min. intodancing, my friends thought it would be funny for someone not to know how to do theMacarena, and just do something totally different. So they dared me to, and like thecomedian that I am, I agreed.
When she called up for the last group (which I was in) everyone was laughing,including me. I did do something totally different from the Macarena, I did the disco. Even I cant believe it now, but I was. If I was in the audience and could see myself dancing, it would have probablylooked like something off the movie Boogie Nights, starring John Travolta. And I knowI would have been laughing too.
Finally Ms. Belcher turned off the music and said, “Now class settle down. I willhave the results for you sometime next week. “At the end of class when we all leaving everyone was telling me how funny it was,but you could tell that Ms. Belcher did find it amusing at all.
But I dont care, as long as Igot a few laughs (well it was more than a few). That following week I was sitting in Mr. Adkin’s class, my regular teacher. Hewas showing us how to fractions, when someone knocked on the door.
Mr. Adkinswalked over and gladly opened it. Mrs. Benson stepped in the room and told us why she had came. Then one byeone she called people out into the hallway. Finally she called my name out.
So I got outof my seat and walked out into the hall. I kept thinking to myself that I was in trouble, butfinally she walked out of the room and spoke to us. “You eight (four boys and four girls) have been selected to teach ballroom dancingto the 5th graders. You dont have to do it, so you can go back into class if you want,”Mrs. Benson said.
There was nothing but silence. I wanted to say something, but I thought, “Well,let’s just see how it is. “You will come to my house every Tuesday after school, she continued speakingAnd there you will learn how to dance to the Fox Trot, Cha-cha, Swing, and the Waltz. After she told us about ballroom dancing, I didnt think that is was that bad,besides you get to dance with girls, so how bad can it be. When I told Mrs. Benson that Iwanted to, she was glad to here the news, and she told me that she liked my unique style.
So every Tuesday after school, I went to Mrs. Bensons house. I really had a lotof fun learning how to dance, and getting to know Mrs. Benson (and the rest of the girlsthat were there). I still talk to Mrs.
Benson, she always wants me to take more lessons with her, andshe wants me to help her teach the new group of kids each year, which I am always gladto do. I still go to Mrs. Bensons house, but now its three times a week instead of onlyone. I also found out that girls really like a guy who is a good dancer. Right know Iknow more than forty different types of dances, and each year I love to teach a new groupof kids who want to learn how.
That’s how I got to appreciate ballroom dancing, and learn more than enoughmoves on the dance floor.