So I signed up for an aerobics class, certainly not because I wanted to. No, it was because I need a PE credit and it seemed to be the only class with a good time slot. I hoped for the best.

Brandon helped me find the room, kissed me and left. I walked in trying to think positively. However, what I got was exactly what I feared. The room's walls were entirely mirrors, leaving a person with no false perceptions of themself. Each girl there looked small and cute, and was ready to work out. I didn't expect to. Silly me, it was the first day of class. I expected a talk about stretching and wearing the right kind of clothes or something and leaving after fifteen minutes. I looked like a mom compared to these kids, since I just came from work. I looked like a mom, and I am twenty-one. After a glance at their cute work-out clothes and guessing that each one had probably been a cheerleader, not to mention hearing horrid dance music blaring from the front, I marched my mom-looking self to the add/drop stations to drop the class. It was all good, tho. I was able to find a way more suitable PE class I could take at leisure.