Chair Dancing Chick

The girl in the chair behind me dances in her chair, I hear the swish swish swish as she practices the foot work. I wouldn't notice it in her soft shoes but she is so short her feet only graze the top of the carpet. It might not bug me so much but I am trying my best to remember this shit. Some of it I once knew, most I never did. More than likely I never will unless the little Hmong chick knocks it off.
I have worked on her in my other class. She is build like a squat little tea pot. A tea pot that can move like a willow and bends like over cooked pasta.
I breath. I practice my breathing and try not to snap. This baby girl is doing what she does. She is a dancer. The rest of her dance troop lead by the mother that is twice her size but half her statue could hurt my anatomy worse than any mangled body shown on the white board up front.