Recently, a rumor spread around our university that the dance hall for students from a hip-hop second year group was vandalized. The principal, professors, and police are trying to figure out who did it, as surveillance footage didn't capture it. I gather my things, change into gray sweatpants and a black tank top, and put on comfortable shoes. We all enter the ballet dance hall and are immediately hit with a wave of giggling girls in leg warmers, buns, and pink ballet skirts. I throw my bag on the floor in the corner and start stretching while chatting with my friend.

"Great. We're in for who knows how long with giggling ballerinas."