Zumba? Yes, but she didn't have me teach. Argh! I get so bored and irritated once I realize she won't have me lead any routines. I think she didn't like not following well and perhaps felt self-conscious and realized that I am, in fact, better than she is. Yikes.
I honestly can't remember what I did yesterday. Oh! I know... Mom, Eis, and I drove around. We went to Barnes and Noble, then we stopped by the library. After that, Eis fell asleep, so we just drove around and looked at houses to make sure we didn't wake her.
Once we got home, we went to dinner at Abuela's. I noticed a familiar license plate on our way in and I got to see both my third and fifth grade teachers! It was nice to see them both, as they were fantastic teachers.
After I got Eis down and my parents were gone to the movies, I watched Prom on Netflix. It's a Disney movie, which should explain a lot. However, I was disappointed in the main message that was sent by that "film." It would undoubtedly make any young girl believe that prom is supposed to be the most magical night of their lives and everything works out because it's supposed to because it's prom.
The guy who couldn't find a date and ended up going with his sister, found a girl he liked while at prom. The guy who cheated on his girlfriend ended up looking like an ass in front of the school when he and his ex were crowned king and queen and she refused to dance with him, then his date refused to dance with him, as she found out he had lied. The main girl went alone, feeling heartbroken, but the boy she liked showed up and surprised her. Everyone asked their date to prom in a BIG way... even the couples who were dating -- the guy had to ask the girl.
It was just absurd. Or perhaps, that's just my experience that is the complete opposite.
Let's see... I was not asked to prom in a big way. I was not asked at all. Actually, I was never asked to any dance ever. So, I can't relate to that aspect of the movie. Junior year, I waited and waited and when it was close enough to where I knew no one was going to ask me, I asked a guy I didn't really know. We ended up going on a few dates. However, when, at prom, I was informed he was, "Rolling in the bathroom," I was a bit bummed.
Not only did I not know what "rolling" meant, but he left shortly after that. And he left me at prom. I was too embarrassed to call my mom to come get me and I stood outside wondering what to do. Eventually, I ran into some people that I vaguely knew and they said I could go with them. I ended up going to a party, sitting by myself because I didn't know anyone and everyone was "with" someone else. Then, I drove everyone home because I didn't drink and they all did.
Senior year, I didn't get asked either. Granted, I was dating someone who did not go to my school. In fact, he was three or four years older than me. He offered to go, but I said no because I didn't want him to feel obligated to something where he would feel totally awkward. I ended up asking a friend of one of my guy friends' who had no date.
At the last minute, my hair appointment was cancelled and I was upset because I was home getting ready all by myself, just as I had the year before and I knew (from movies) that I was supposed to be with friends. My mom and sister did my hair and my boyfriend drove over and played guitar and sang me songs to make me happy. I drove (alone) to meet everyone for pictures and then drove (alone) to dinner, since all the other cars were "full" and no one wanted to ride with me -- not even my date, apparently.
After prom, we went to a party at someone's house who I vaguely knew, but, again, everyone was "with" someone and my date had disappeared. I ended up calling my boyfriend and going over to his place.
I remember hang in out with him and his friends and staying the night, but making sure that he went to bed when everyone else did and that I slept on the couch, so that everyone would know we didn't "do anything." I was not into PDA and was especially not into people thinking I did "things" that I didn't. When everyone got up in the morning, we went to eat breakfast and I went home after.
I can totally see why my parents trusted me. What a prudish, friendless loser. *Sigh*
Here's Eis napping in the car:
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