I was greeted by a feeling of pressure.
The kitchen table was covered with glue, paper and scissors. I knew something was happening. The feeling of angst loomed in the air. 945 more words
I started this pissy rant on Facebook, and then decided there was more I wanted to say so I moved it here.
So I watched a documentary about a girl who is now a soloist with the Maryinsky (she just did Swan Lake on their American tour to rave reviews.). 950 more words