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Have you did something that you didnt re aloney want to do, and then posterior get selected fordoing it? Well, I assimilate.     It was a nonher beautiful Friday at Spottsville Elementary School, and incessantly Fridayat Spottsville was medication twelvemonth. But today we didnt have music class, today wassomething totally different. Our music teacher Ms.Belcher was having try-outs for Mrs.Bensons ballroom dance team.     To report you the truth, I was just going to get up there and goof-off, and that I diddo. But, on that Friday something went wrong, something terrible, something I didntexpect to happen.     "Now class take your seat. now we will be trying out for ballroom dancing. Only the topper dancers will be teaching the 5th graders for Mrs. Benson," saidMs. Belcher.     Well, I image that it was going to be boring (which it was), and I was madbecause we all had to try-out (which we all did). Ms. Belcher picked the first group andthen walked all over to her boom-box and started playing the Macarena.     This was simple everyone knew how to do that dance. About ten min. intodancing, my friends thought it would be funny for someone not to know how to do theMacarena, and just do something totally different. So they dared me to, and standardized thecomedian that I am, I agreed.      When she called up for the last group (which I was in) everyone was laughing,including me. I did do something totally different from the Macarena, I did the disco. Even I cant believe it now, still I was.      If I was in the audience and could see myself dancing, it would have probablylooked like something off the exposure Boogie Nights, starring John Travolta. And I knowI would have been laughing too.     Finally Ms. Belcher turned off the music and said, "Now class settle down. I willhave the res ults for you sometime next week."     At the end of class when we all leaving everyone was telling me how funny it was,but you could tell that Ms. Belcher did find it amusing at all. But I gullt care, as long as Igot a hardly a(prenominal) laughs (well it was more than a few).     That following week I was sitting in Mr. Adkins class, my regular teacher. Hewas showing us how to fractions, when someone knocked on the door. Mr. Adkinswalked over and gladly opened it.     Mrs. Benson stepped in the room and told us why she had came. indeed one byeone she called people out into the hallway.