Street: That was me. I felt strange, uncoordinated, and dorky on the dance floor. //few sentences later Street: Guess what? I'm still not good at dancing! This is not surprising.
//During senior unity day //Mrs. Johnson goes to table full of magnets Johnson: Let's go dance! Magnets: Dance? //Mrs Johnson goes to another part of the table Johnson: Who wants to come dancing? Magnets: Dancing? Johnson: Who wants to do math problems? Magnets: MATH!!!!!
Mr. Bustillos: Sometimes I go dancing in a mask. I can get really crazy because nobody knows who I am. Class: *cricket cricket*
//Class listens to song, John is dancing Moose: Hey John, what did you do with all of that money? John: What money? Moose: All the money that your parents spent on your dancing lessons!
Mr. Stein: If I divide the class into, say, good dancers, bad dancers, very bad dancers, and Lev.