I went to ballet on Wednesday. I was so ready and excited to be back after not being there for three weeks. It has been so hard not being able to dance! I can't express the way it has felt, and usually I would express through dance. I went in feeling good, but after the first side of plies, my knee popped out again. I  thought it was normal and I was just a little bit out out of shape, so I tried to keep going. I found myself just standing at the barre in pain. It was so hard. I knew I wouldn't be able to stay for the whole class if I couldn't even get through barre. I was so disappointed. I limped into the dressing room, grabbed my phone, and called my mom, hoping she wouldn't be on the plane to Paris  yet. As soon as she picked up, I started crying. I explained what happened, still in pain and she said it was going to be OK. She called one of her amazing friends to come get me. I am so thankful for my moms friends. They are all so fabulous and I want to be just like all of them. I had to miss a mandatory orchestra concert, because I couldn't really walk. All I could do was ice my knee until nutcracker that night. I was so glad that I was able to get through nutcracker rehearsal. I was in so much mental pain from not being able to stay at ballet. I miss dancing and my knee cannot heal fast enough. I just need to get back to class!