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?