Months worth of practice, sweat, injury, tears, bruises, and nights conversing over DC food and Picnic Day and DDR have come and passed. What a journey it’s been. This post is late, but I’d rather have it late than not at all. Anyways, let’s continue. 

SC and I had a little recollection of happenings since last year. 
Oh, I hope we make auditions. Mafia would be awesome. -We make Mafia-
Choreo is hard, but we have so much time to practice; we’ll get it by then! -DDR is in a month-
Gosh, I can’t believe DDR is so close! Nervous! -DDR is tomorrow-
Ohmygoshohmygoshohmygosh -We’re backstage and up next-

The stage wasn’t ready for us; the crowd wasn’t ready for us. That’s all I can say. 

I’ve been dealing with some back pain since the beginning of this year, but it wasn’t until I injured my wrist that I started feeling down on myself for not being able to perform at my best. I didn’t want to let the group down because of my weakness, so I resolved that I’d give it my 100% for the show. So did everyone else. Popping club performed admirably and I can’t help but be proud of everyone 

Apparently some talk had been going around about Popping Club. Although I’m in no administrative or leadership position, I feel disappointment, frustration, wronging, and protective of Popping club with the outcome of DDR and the ramifications of that night’s happenings. We’ll be the bigger people. We’ll come out stronger and harder next year and no one will know what hit them. They just couldn’t handle us this year. Hopefully I’ll be around to see us get 2013, for sure.