The word "center" means more to you than just the middle of something.
You opted to take French as a second language so you could better understand ballet terminology.
Your furniture in your bedroom is arranged to provide you with the largest open area possible.
You have broken at least one household item while practicing your allegro.
You check the TV Guide for any program even remotely relating to dance.
You become frustrated and depressed when "Breakfast with the Arts", on A&E, is not about ballet or dance.
You sleep with your legs in a turned out position.
Anyone has ever made fun of your feet.
You cannot listen to music without choreographing a dance in your head.
A broken toe sends you spiralling into a deep depression.
When you hear the word "Lincoln", the president is not the first thing that comes to mind.
Seeing someone go into a plit doesn't shock you.
You miss catching the ball during gym class because you were practicing the sequence from last night's class.
You believe your gym teacher knows nothing about real sports.
You can not carry a conversation and not mention something dance related for 10 minutes.
Seeing someone walking on the street wearing stockings and a bun doesn't phase you.
The names George Balanchine, Wendy Whelan, Marius Petipa, and Sylvie Guillem mean something to you.
You dance in classrooms in school, particularly during homeroom.
You firmly believe that hallways were invented for the sole purpose of practicing grand jetes.
You use the counter in the bathroom to stretch out while you brush your teeth.
You dance around the house until your parents scream about how you are going to break something, but you can't stop. -Thank
you to tippitoes!
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