“Rhythm!” Bellowed my dance teacher. “Rhythm, rhythm, rhythm!” he repeated over and over again to a group of beginning African dance one students of which I, unfortunately somehow was part of.
You see, the only reason I had put myself in such a “rhythm-filled” situation was because in theory this class seemed fun, effortless, and most importantly, an easy A. But as I learned quickly and harshly, it was about as far as that as anything could come. African Dance class was how I should say, tough, challenging, and most importantly it demanded your entire dedication.