An End To Escape?

My mother has had two heated disputes with my dance teacher due to her rudeness to my younger sister. She has never bothered me and our student-teacher relationship has always been great. It's a different kettle of fish for my sister, however, and her exam is little more than 2 weeks away. The two arguments have left a dormant volcano on the verge of eruption and my absence from classes due to exams and frequent lateness due to my mother not being able to come out of the traffic jams in town will cause that eruption.

To think of not having ballet twice a week is a very strange concept. It's become something like brushing teeth, it's something you just do. The fact that my last year includes my last show makes this all the more...inconvenient? I don't know how to describe it. Anyway, the shows are always a highlight for me. The atmosphere backstage is so high spirited and highly sprung, girls running around with minimal clothing freaking out that the ribbons are ripped or there's a hole in their tutus. Then when everyone is actually on the stage, the lights are like sauna heat and the white squares and circles of people's glasses reflecting in the lights when you look out to everyone. It's such an experience - I just love it and that's not even mentioning the dancing. But, I won't go on about that because I don't know if my sister and I will get chucked out but the way things are now, it looks like it's a dead end.