This semester Magoo somehow managed to score a 3 credit hour dance class that actually counts towards two different requirements for her degree. That’s a dance class… for her Molecular and Cellular Biology degree… in case you weren’t making the connection.
It’s a good thing. Every Molecular and Cellular Biologist I know had to burn the midnight oil to learn to dance like this:
Yes, Magoo and Emmy are demonstrating the moves Magoo learned in her first class. You aren’t seeing it? You’re just not interpreting it right. But don’t feel bad, as you can see, the dog isn’t quite getting it either.
So, we’re spending a fortune to send Magoo to a class that teachers her how to roll around on the floor.
Sorta reminds me of the time we spent $3,500 and hundreds of hours on gymnastics classes for Magoo. Next time she’s home I’m going to have to check in with her to see if she can still manage the master move she had learned at the height of her gymnastics prowess - le cartwheel. She could so stick it.
To be fair, she’s a much better natural dancer than a gymnast. (Like that would be hard.) I’m looking forward to seeing what she learns. And, I’m so glad she can fill in that one missing piece for her med school app – DANCING QUEEN!
You know…I’m sensing a really negative energy coming from the tone of this post. I think the writer needs to take some time and become more in-tune with the positive energy of her surroundings, especially that of the floor.
Well, I am thrilled by the thought of Magoo having a backup career as a dancer. Clearly, her natural skills are impressive. Its really quite a relief to know that if it doesn’t work out as a doctor, she has a solid backup choice. As a matter of fact, perhaps she should abandon this silly dream of helping out under privilaged kids in third world countries and go with the sensible choice of a dancer. Every poppa’s dream for his little girl.
Clearly this is what I was born for. I’m pretty sure my dance teacher would agree