Sometimes for all the impossible kids you get who don't listen...you get a good seed. But then...they move away.
"anything new at westside? are you still torturing little kids on fridays? i'll tell u something, every week i think about ur friday class, and i'm like if i were in new york now i'd be doing those squat jumps and christina would yell at me to get my butt down, and those multiple turning kicks stuff that i hate, and everyone would get yelled at for not getting their knees up, and all those sprints and she'd keep yelling at me to go faster no matter how fast i run. and then at the end of the class i'd swear to myself that i would never ever come again... good memories:))"
But every week she came back. Funny how life moves on when people touch out of your life...but once in awhile, they touch back in and remind you of what they meant to you.
Or...that I spend an inordinate amount of time yelling at these kids...
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