Street dance at my old college

I never really thought I'd see the day that'd happen, but it looks like it has.
Back in St Paul's for a reason other than education, or to make women swoon (that was on the way there, believe me, it had to happen somewhere!)

Originally we'd been told our class was all girls, 11-16 and with behavioural problems.
It turned out we were given a class of bright girls, all reasonably well behaved. A pleasant change, no doubt.

My leg began to ache halfway through, but it was a physically intense dance on the legs, but everyone managed to hold it together.

My only issue with the day was Mr Walsh (I don't care if I mention his name) bringing my credentials down by saying I couldn't dance before I left college, in front of the person in charge of the project at Bishop Wand. Annoyed, was I.

I'm tired after it and don't have a lot more to say now :)