There I was, something like six or seven months pregnant feeling pretty uncomfortable, somehow still nauseous but also always hungry, wearing questionably heavy clogs and an itchy sweater, and thinking I'd volunteered to help the elementary school's awesome lunch lady teach kids about healthy snacks. Only when I arrived at the school, the gym teacher thought it would make more sense to have me tell a dozen rotations of classes about the school's YouTube dance channel and lead them in their favorite dances. I appreciate his confidence in me, but if we weren't in the early stages of a 12-year continuous stint at the school I might have snapped as uncomfortable pregnant women sometimes do. I ended up having fun despite my still-dreaming-of-eating-apple-slices-with Ms. Tichner-self, and was most of all extremely impressed by how every. single. teacher danced like there was no tomorrow with her equally exuberant class.
This performance by Gray from that same memorable week he hereby dedicates to his gym teacher, Mr. Williams, and in memory of the late Michael Jackson.
