I basically tried a lot and died of tiredness at the end, so, the usual.
Jeff (the instructor) picks on me. A lot. That, or he thinks I'm good and wants me to improve. Either way, it means I'm having a tougher time than anyone else.
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He sounds like the arrogant coach figure in sports or dance movies who picks one particularly good but rebellious player/dancer and, in attempt to bring him/her to the pinnacle of athletic greatness (and then live his/her successes vicariously), grinds said pupil to dust. Somehow, though, it works out.
I know you know what I'm talking about because these movies necessarily contain adrenaline-pumping training sequences, for which you are a huge sucker.
Becca NOOOOOOO --
dundundun dun dundadadun
(Be a man) You must be swift as the COURSING river!
(Be a man) With all the force of a GREAT typhoon!
(Be a man) With all the strength of a RAGING fire,
Mysterious as the DARK SIDE of
the MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNN!!!!!
YEAH!
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