We mill around waiting for it to begin, strangers except to say “hello” in this room. The teacher enters, turns down the lights, starts the music, and we are no longer strangers – we are one.
An hour flies by, I think of nothing but enjoying myself with the rest of class, with the grandmother from Russia who doesn’t speak a word of English, but has a huge smile on her face, and the teenager beside me bouncing with happiness. We are all ages, all ranges of ability, all together, all laughing, all thoroughly enjoying each other and ourselves.
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