Playing Hooky

Yes, I'm going to play Hooky. It's Sunday afternoon and the heat outside makes me think that the there's a huge gaping ozone layer hole right above my head. I don't fancy going out of the house right now. And besides, I have been blowing my nose off for the past few days. I'm not in the best state of health right now. (Note: I will never underestimate the power of a URTI's ability to make one's life miserable.)

And besides, I'm in no mood to dance.

We have dance practice in an hour. (And as I said, I'm playing Hooky)

It's been a Hospital tradition since time immemorial to have a Halloween Party. And the highlight every year is the BIG DANCE COMPETITION between the four big specialties: Pediatrics, Surgery, Internal Medicine and Obstetrics. And if there's something that doctors and soon-to-be-doctors-in-the-hopefully-near-future have in common, it's to WIN.

I am under Pediatrics. Last year, the department won so our residents are bent on winning again.

Did I ever mention that I have to left foots (or should I say feet?). Or maybe it's two rights. Whatever. The thing is, I'm NOT A DANCER. I don't have the proper eye-brain-extremities coordination. And I'm as stiff as a pole. Seriously. It's embarrassing.

But the thing is, I believe there's an inner dance diva deep down inside. Super deep down, by the looks of it. I actually want to dance. But everytime the dance instructors teach us a dance step, I stand there clueless. I can't seem to get my body to do the right thing.

We have two more weeks to pull this off. We don't have much time.

Que sera, sera...

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