It would be curious to discover who it is to whom one writes in a diary. Possibly to some mysterious personification of one's own identity. -Beatrice Webb

Friday, December 19, 2008

Dancing Student Nurses

Today I've got my 4 minutes of shame. Not that anyone probably noticed in a Mental Institution. Our group was tasked to choreograph (sp?) a dance we can teach the patients and the people in group thought the easiest would be Average Joe from Mark Herras' Dance Hits.

Well, I survived. For a moment, I thought the earth would open up and swallow me. On the other hand, it was nice to have a non-judgmental crowd of onlookers. I guess Dancing was never really my strong point.

Tomorrow, they will be having their Christmas party. It's all well and good, except that we have to present another dance number. Hooo boy....

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P.S. I passed by a dead body on the way home. Guy was side lying on the street shoulders still on his bike. Apparently, someone used a gun on the guy.

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