Christina sat in the lobby listening to various members of the student body come before the Activities Committee with different ideas and each of them being denied. It caused a rather large and obtrusive lump to form in her throat as she thought about the proposal sitting in her lap with several signatures already included. She had the proof that others besides her were very interested in the idea of new classes for dance and/or an extracurricular. But that still was not enough solace to rid her of the butterflies that now called her stomach home. The board seemed rather critical about what happened as far as newly projected events.
