I have no fear and no one should

I am now embarking on one of the most difficult journeys an individual can possibly undertake. It is more futile then the quest for the Fountain of Youth. More treacherous than the ascent up Mount Everest. More terrifying than tightrope walking across Victoria Falls. The task? Teaching 8th grade boys choreography.
I have one individual who is constantly either one beat before or one beat behind the music. When he realizes that he is off, he literally stops the action and chastises himself with a forehead smack and a "Stupid! Stupid!" Unfortunately this always causes a goose pile, since he is the head of a formation that is supposed to be in forward motion. Another student has a major problem with touching girls, which is also unfortunate, since his only song revolves around dancing with Little Red Riding Hood. There seems to be a magnet in his hand that is irreversibly repelled to a magnet in the girl's waist. Seriously, his hand hovered about six inches from her body until I finally changed the choreography to putting his arm around her shoulder. He still holds her like he's holding an angry lobster. (I suppose I prefer this boy/girl interaction to what usually occurs in middle school hallways.)
Then of course there are the usual adolescent boy quirks: the extreme klutziness caused by sudden growth spurts in the feet and limbs, the inability to do a simple grapevine without tumbling to the floor, and the ever present mouthing of the counts while staring at the ceiling.

C'mon! Bright eyes and smiling faces, kids! This is Broadway!

Surprised baby!