and a low but heated exchange commenced. There were constant looks shot my way as I stood in the doorway and watched. The instructor shook his head often during the exchange, making other negative gestures at my father while often glancing over at me. I could tell it was not going well for my father, and in this instance he was probably not going to get his way. It made me almost giddy with joy, I wanted to dance about, but instead, I continued to watch quietly from the doorway.
   Eventually, I could see my father's shoulders slump in defeat. He was not going to be forcing me to any more classes it would seem. Turning to walk toward me, they both looked distinctly unhappy with the entire situation. Standing before me, I stood quietly and waited for the outcome of the exchange. Although I can&#...

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