Effing Dance!!!

I'm going to hurt someone by the end of the year. Think I'm joking? Just try me. I'd like to break one of those bitches faces, I swear. Oh...wow...somethings hard, go figure!! Then you friggen LEARN, idiot! Feeling tight? Try STRETCHING. And NO, 3 minutes in class once a week is not gonna get you splits. Neither are those 10 second stretches you do before whatever sports event your partaking in. And those of you who apparently have medical reasons? Then you get the doctor to effing help you! That's what their for. To HELP. If they're just saying "Hey, guess what, your screwed!" Then they're simply screwing you and you should get a different doctor.
And another thing, teachers can wear whatever the hell they wanna wear!! They ARE the teacher. When you know enough to be teaching the class, you can where whatever you want too! Until then, get over it. You will NOT shrivel up and die from a leotard. Believe, I thought it once too. And guess what, I'm still alive! (Well, alive enough to be pissed out of my mind...) No one cares how big you are. Whether your wearing a tight leotard or a tight tanktop, your gonna look the same. And as a matter of fact, black is supposed to be slimming, so whats the problem?
You don't like the stuff we do in ballet? Then DON'T TAKE THE FUCKING CLASS.
And obviously if you can't move your feet like that clutching a piece of metal for dear life, then how do you expect to do it center?!?!? The little things make up the big things, dearie. And the reason your "big things" suck is because your basics are crap!!
Don't get me wrong, I'm not saying I'm perfect. God, no. I'm far from perfect. I am in fact a really bad dancer (I'll never have grace, and I've learned to except that.) But thing is, I'm at class NOT complaining, trying to make what improvement I can! Sure, I have issues with pointe and my shoes getting to soft in the middle of class..But hey, guess what, I work my ass off almost every friggen day trying to STRENGTHEN my feet and ankles, to overcome the disgusting currently uncontolled flexiness as to stop myself from dancing on the tops of my feet and not bending my shoes so much (which is why they die in the middle of class...) AND, LOW AND BEHOLD, My effort is paying off! Yes, I have a long ways to go, but I can now plie and still be staying on pointe, not my ankles. I was beginning to think I could never do a right split. Yes, I'm serious!! For my entire life I could never do a FULL right split. So I finally buckled down and practiced everyday. Yes, it was hard, and a pain in the ass (and a pain in the hamstring..hahaha...) but now I have OVER splits on the right! And I KNOW your not sitting down for even 30 minutes a day to seriously stretch (and if you are, I can still tell from seeing you in class that your not doing it RIGHT) and there's not a chance in hell, heaven, or earth that I'm gonna waste my time trying to help you if you won't bother to do a thing yourself.
Thankyou&& G'Night

**EDIT**
I've decided I'm not done.
No, I'm not perfect. But I am NOT that stupid. I am not that lazy, inconsiderate, and immature. Sure, I've always considered myself to be an childish, slothful, air-headed bitch. But I swear they've beat me out. They have totally out sucked me. Didn't think it was possible, but there are indeed crappier people in the world than me. Huh. Didn't see that one coming. I may take my moms suggestion and quit. I'll sleep on it, but if I'm this pissed off tommorow I'm calling Sue and asking for a refund. This can't go on every week. Every 3 days out of the week actually...Well, my little kids aren't that bad. I actually like them. So 2 days. Each of those two days, I come home madder and madder. I'm losing my patience (I.E. the ability to keep my mouth shut) and eventually at this rate I'm going to lose all self control (I.E. The talent of keeping my fist at my side)
OMG.
I just realized, I sound like my brother used to ranting about sports. EXACTLY like him. Kill me.