My versatile and creative efforts at hip hop dancing have not gone unnoticed here. My first weekend here I impressed a room full of white, Mormon, 30-somethings, with my urban moves and gained notoriety in my ward as the go-to girl for all things ghetto. Last weekend my skillz were tested when I agreed to choreograph and teach a hip hop routine to some honest to goodness inner city youth. Up until that point, I would have to say that I was probably the most inner city youth-like person I've ever encountered, which is saying absolutely nothing. But Saturday, I drove into the city and showed the girls my stepz which were met with polite smiles and I think some random, possibly imagined, applause. Then they all asked if I had something less like Michael Jackson and more like "Bring It On," which, although I have tried re-arranging it multiple times in my head, can not be taken as a compliment. In order to remedy this situation, I've started looking for some hip hop dance classes in the area. So far, I've found two possibilities. Option Number One or My Backup Plan