Faltoo mein.

I got promoted to the next level in dance class. I really didn't want to, but my instructor said the nicest things about me. He said I had worked very hard and done excellently and absolutely deserved this.

He even made the rest clap for me.

*sniff*

He was there for my first Level 2 class and introduced me to my new instructor as "one of my best dancers". Sigh. Nothing could possibly go wrong in this world after something like that right? :D

Level 2 isn't that bad. Sure, I miss being Queen Bee and and the comforts of familiarity and it's not nice, being looked at as 'the new minion'. But hey, at least I'm a promising, new minion.

Also my one week of pure, adulterated studies started off pretty badly. I had my first exam today, psychology. I left a lot of the course because I reached saturation point earlier than scheduled and as my luck would have it, all those bits came as the four markers.

Exam 1: Sucked beyond measure.