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My first shift at the YMCA was easy... in that nobody came to my ZUMBA! class. I had fun music playing, the door open, and i even went and talked to a group of kids. But they all stayed away.See, what it was was, there was a special event -- a fundraiser, i believe -- hosted at the Y. Hundreds of teenagers came, but every one went to the third floor where the weights and basketball courts are, or to the first floor where there was some kids having a rap... maybe it was a rap battle. But when i walked past, i heard something about the Holy Spirit, which isn't entirely typical subject matter for most rap battles, if that movie 9 Mile (or whatever) is to be trusted. Most of the girls there were dressed all cute in their tight jeans. Most of the boys appeared to be earnestly confirming their heterosexuality, and shaking one's booty in front of a mirror isn't the best way to announce one's vigorous machismo to the universe.
The first good news is that i have built up a serious thirty minutes of ZUMBA! that i'm comfortable leading. Which is more than half of what i need. The second remains that i am now an actual employee of the YMCA, even if my first shift was amusingly pointless. I chatted with the yoga instructor, who got two people to come to her class five minutes after my class technically ended.
Oh, and the other thing i did today was paint Houston's pinewood derby car. He drew a big, sixties-style convertible on the side, so i sawed, sanded, sealed, sanded, sealed, etc.'ed it until it needed the color coat. Houston picked Apple Red. Pictures will be up tomorrow, after the wheels go on. The wheels which are turning on filed-down axles, with graphite lubricant. Tomorrow morning we'll see if the tricks worked.