There are a lot of questions that you have left me to answer, but I really need to get to class so I'll have to wait until later. In the meantime, I feel extremely trapped. The girlshave come up with some exceedingly humiliating things to do and if I refuse, the result is that I wind up even more humiliated. Last night, Sheila decided to teach me how to dance in heels and when I objected she told me I could try a different type of dancing that didn't involve heels. I think the picture of me looking like a ballerina is the hardest one to live down yet. There is so much that I am expected to learn.