DBT (Dear Ballet Teacher):  You seem to have an issue going right today.

Me: I’m American Indian.

DBT: I thought you were Spanish.

Me: That too.

DBT: Going right…

Me: Can’t we just call it a Ghost Dance and I go left?

DBT: Let’s call it ballet and you go right.  Your right. Your other right. My right. That way. Now we’re dancing, baby!

DBT: Why is your arm going left?