Like something out of my worst nightmare, except I was fully clothed.

So last night was the first meeting of my "Music for the Child" class. It went well, the teacher seems great, and it's going to be spectacularly easy. And there's no research paper. On the drive to school I was wondering what the class would be like, and had a momentary panic when I realized the possibility that there might be singing involved. Shit. I have a terrible voice. But I brushed it aside, thinking, "oh, there's no way we'll have to sing. It will probably just be listening to kids' music and stuff like that."

Oh no. There's no stuff like that. First off, I have to buy a recorder. And learn to play it. Secondly, and more horrifying, is that we have to PERFORM. In front of the class. Not only on the recorder, but in other ways too. Last night we were divided into groups of four, and then it was time for a break. The teacher kept my group in during break, during which time she instructed us to come up with a two-minute dance routine to the music she chose in 10 minutes. Yes. You read that correctly. A freaking DANCE ROUTINE. Now, my dancing skills are probably worse than my singing voice, which is horrific. I'm a typical white girl. I have no rhythm. I have even less creativity when it comes to making up a dance routine. But we had to do it, so we did it, and fortunately there was one woman who had some good ideas as well as some rhythm so it all worked out. Then we had to do this little number for the entire class when they came back in from break. I just about died of embarrassment. I hate to be in the spotlight more than anything, especially if it involves any sort of moves that make me look like a complete idiot. (although the lone man in the class was in my group, so he really stuck out like a sore thumb, plus he was wearing bicycle shorts. Oy vey.) Well, it was over quickly enough, and actually pretty funny although I hated every minute of it. On my way back to my seat, I said to a girl I know (who was in my class in January when I was enormously pregnant with Cal) "Good thing I'm not pregnant this semester, huh?" to which she laughed. And the other groups will have to do it too, so I'm glad we went first and got it out of the way. Otherwise I would spend the rest of the class obsessing over it and being completely mortified.

Oh, the song we had to dance to? Kool and the Gang's "Celebration". Of course.