You know your a dancer when…
You have fights with gymnasts about who works harder.

You have blisters on your feet for life.

Your body cracks loud enough to stop class but you don’t hear it.

You dance down the hallway instead of walk.

All your friends are eating dinner while you are in class.

You do plies and tendus while waiting in line.

You do grande jetes in the parking lot and down the streets.

Your friends ask you to over split “just for fun!”.

You know more French than English.

Before everything you do you say 5,6,7,8.

You laugh at a non-dancer when they say their feet hurt.

You stand en Pointe in your shoes when talking to friends.

You bend over to pick up something and your leg shoots up to a 180* angle.

You get disgusted when you see cheerleaders for many reasons.

All the boys at school are afraid of you because you can kick so high.

Instead of calling rooms “rooms” you call them “studios”.

When you go to get your hair cut you tell them to cut it long enough to be able to put it in a bun.

You always stand in first or fifth.

When your friends at school how you day/weekend was you tell them about what happened at dance/rehearsal.

You find bobby pins in the weirdest places - the kitchen, the shower drain, your shoes.

You forgot what your dance friends look like with “real” clothes.

You see an empty hallway, and it tempts you to do a grande jete.

Splits aren’t that amazing; it is a way of life.

You penchee to pick something up that you dropped and then staying there trying to get your leg up higher.

Found on qing's new blog which she found on pricky butt's blog. Haha. Happy Youth Day!

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