How my day has changed.

Today was a bad day. The day isn't over yet, it's only 2:49 p.m., and I already know that this day will end up in the trash bin of bad experiences.

Let me start by saying that I woke up realizing that I had left Progresja Tańca

and that I had four lessons (which is a lot for homeschooling). Then my dad came and said that he saw how upset I was yesterday and blah blah blah, and that he could call Ms. Gosia and ask if I could rejoin the group.
I didn't want to. I couldn't stand the questions.
“Why did you leave?”
“Why did you come back?”
“Where did you want to transfer to?”
“Why did you change your mind?”
And so on.
Since I've been going to a different dance school for some time now, I don't have to be new. But now I have Tuesdays and Thursdays off and I feel like I have a weekend, only with lessons (which is the worst thing that could happen).

Actually, what kept me going all week to do those stupid lessons was dance classes. Today, I'm basically sitting in bed all day.

The only thing I have to look forward to is three hours of dance class at 4:00 p.m.
That's the only thing that keeps me going today. My mom just came in and said that if I want to go back, my dad will call Ms. Gosia.
At first I said no, because I would have to give up my classes with Ms. Róża on Wednesday. My mom said she could ask if I could only go on Tuesdays and Thursdays. So if that's the case, OK!

My parents just came in and said that I'm coming back and that Ms. Gosia is happy because I'm a great dancer! When I heard that, I started crying again, and then laughing, and then I laughed because I was crying and laughing. It must have looked funny. But this day is bearable.